Post by adarian on Feb 16, 2011 21:32:24 GMT -5
Adarian Veryk Veas
I've been called Eros & Adonis, Divine & Godly. It's all part of the job title, so feel free to be awed by this epicness. Unless you'd rather be smoted...
. B A S I C . I N F O .
NAME Adarian Veryk Veas
NICKNAMES Vare, Veryk,
GENDER Male
RACE? Vampire
AGE 5793 in vampire years;; Looks between 22-25 in human years
SEXUALITY Loosely heterosexual
NAME Adarian Veryk Veas
NICKNAMES Vare, Veryk,
GENDER Male
RACE? Vampire
AGE 5793 in vampire years;; Looks between 22-25 in human years
SEXUALITY Loosely heterosexual
. A P P E A R A N C E .
HAIR Dark browns- varying lengths and styles throughout his life. Currently short/medium length, barely short enough to stick up and not fall over his forehead. When wet however it reaches his brows.
EYES Metallic purple/ silver purple with their edges dark, as if someone took a calligraphy pen to the outer edge of the iris.
HEIGHT 6’7
WEIGHT 200-210
FEATURES Varied scars from his time as a human
HAIR Dark browns- varying lengths and styles throughout his life. Currently short/medium length, barely short enough to stick up and not fall over his forehead. When wet however it reaches his brows.
EYES Metallic purple/ silver purple with their edges dark, as if someone took a calligraphy pen to the outer edge of the iris.
HEIGHT 6’7
WEIGHT 200-210
FEATURES Varied scars from his time as a human
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
LIKES
• Blood, War, Combat, Battlezones
• Physical Pleasures;; Sex, Torturing others, fresh blood ((and not that synthetic crap, as he often puts it))
• History, Weapons/Weaponry, Anything to do with warriorness/fighting really
• Power, High Status, being in control,
• Devyn; His Twin, he’d do anything for her.
DISLIKES
• Threats or challenges of any kind;; of course he’ll take them and dominate but it still bothers him beings try.
• Other authority figures, pathetic creatures
• Hates anyone remotely against his sister, himself, or any friend he has.
• Not being in control, losing power, losing in general ((something he hasn’t had happen in a long time)) being forced to do anything, not getting his way.
• All humans, most Fae ((except to drink from/capture as sex slaves ect)) And anyone else in his way.
STRENGTHS
• 4700+ years of experience;; battles, wars, tactics, martial arts/combatives, weaponry, natures/habits/behavior of humans and most Supe’s and such.
• Enhanced speed, strength, agility, reflexes, can fly, vampire power. (((The vampire ability of his revolves around combat;; He has this keen knack for not being there when someone strikes, a sixth sense almost, and he is able to pinpoint and detect weaknesses and vital points for each individual like it’s a second nature. With each direct hit to said vital point/weakness, not only does it cause physical damage but also a sort of mental ((making you believe the pain is more intense than it is/more damaging that it really is, make you hesitate more, basically throw you off your game the longer the fight lasts. The mental effect only works on humans and vampires ((since he’s most familiar with them, he’s been a human before and he is a vampire.)))
• Natural Leader, enforcer, power figure;; ruthlessness, never hesitates, willingness to kill/maim/harm
• Ability to plot against/scheme & manipulate-with his sister of course
• His looks, body, acting ability to get things done, attitude ect
WEAKNESSES
• Silver, Wood
• Sister and any truly considered friends can be used against him ((If you threaten them you basically have him at you’re will, but you better be sure you can play better than he can because he’ll eventually find a way to kill you/get back at you.
• HEP D
• Fire, Sunlight
• Bloodlust, Battle itch; but he is forced to control it since he has to balance out Devyn or the consequences will be too much.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Overall Adarian is a rather complicated individual, both preferring to be the loner but who could In his solitude he finds peace and quiet, which is exactly what he needs to sort through his overwhelming thoughts. Sometimes it gives him too much of an opportunity to dwell on things that he doesn't need to be thinking about, but that is his choice. He's a very intimidating and fearsome individual. He instills respect in his peers and usually anyone else he comes into contact with, but earns it at the same time. He never forces that idea onto anyone;; well most of the time. His seemingly quiet nature ((when not in Warrior King Mode)) makes it hard to approach him because people think he is unfriendly, which is far from the truth. He knows when to play nice. His brooding personality makes it difficult to know what he is thinking or how he is going to respond, so many people don't chance it, but over the years he’s definitely gotten the dark, broody thing down to a point. Adarian is also very intelligent, as to be expected, and that makes him hard to approach because of the intimidation level as other factors. They don't know what to say around him because they don't know what he's thinking, and if they are wrong. However, because of all of those aspects, people are highly intimidated by him, without even considering his age and abilities. But even though he comes off as intimidating and solitary, he still is extremely protective over any individual that has managed to get close to him in his life, and plenty capable and has a strong sense of duty and dedication. He will put them before himself more often than not, maybe not to the point where he will make certain that their well being is more important than his own ((maybe in Devyns’ case)). He uses his skills and his power to take care of them, and he would do anything for anyone of them, them being the rare people he might get close to or even care about. Part of why over the course of his life he could count such beings on one hand. Now students however, that’s a different story.
Now he does have his moments where he likes to loosen up and relax, but his protective/aggressive nature is never really suppressed. He is always one to take responsibility, to take on any task and get it done right. He respects women to a point, but he feels like they have to be protected and kept out of harm’s way for the most part. That or sex toys, and even men have been included in that category in the recent years. However, there are exceptions. And once again, even though he might come off as rough, domineering, intimidating and calculating, he really does try to do what’s best, but whether its for himself or Devyn or in general, that’s something else as well. There seem to be many contrasting traits when it comes to Adarian, but it is all a part of his complex personality, and it only makes sense for him to feel so many different ways and to think so many different things if he’s left to actually think introverted. Also one of the main reasons he’s kept to the simple nature of brutality, letting his twin dominate other aspects. He contradicts himself constantly even though he is not aware of it. However, he nearly always knows what he’s doing, and if he doesn’t, well we’ll see.
He might be the most patient individual that one has ever met. If someone is misbehaving or being just rather annoying, he can have a hard time with it at times, but he always calms himself down and becomes the adult in the situation. He keeps his poise and his calm exterior. He is honestly really patient, and tries hard to remain that way in situations in which he just wants to lose his temper. However, there are some times when he just can't hold himself together, and those lapses in control- when he allowa his true nature to rise and take charge- it’s like a force of nature, even wilder, and can prove fatal for some and savage, erupting in a way that is not always positive, and disrespect is always a gamble when directed intentionally towards Adarian or the ones he cares about. Now though, he’s always trying to maintain his control and his neutral, collected exterior, but no matter how fine he has perfected it there will always be times where he snaps. And he will always need some sort of outlet.
Hardly is he even talking about anything personal about himself. Now even though he prefers to be alone, he can be really friendly when it comes down to it. He enjoys having an intelligent conversation with someone, he likes to interact with people, but only on his terms. He can be as friendly as they come, but only if he wants to be. On top of the friendliness at times, he is also a very good listener. He knows how it feels to not belong in the world, and he does his best to give good advice to them. He'll listen for as long as someone needs him to, for the most part. He has a silver tongue and a razor wit, he can also be a bit cynical at times and his natural stubbornness and defiance gives him a smart ass’d mouth at times. He's sarcastic and more than a little cynical and he can just be downright cold sometimes. Now though, he will only sometimes crack a smile, but don’t count too much on it. His smile is infectious, but it hardly comes around, more often than not he would give a half smile, and rarer still is his crooked grin.
Adarian acts every bit godly, with the ego to match, if not rival. He is a hardened warrior, with stern features as chiseled and masculine as they are gorgeous. He is naturally assertive and dominant, with the ferocity to match. He…relatively treats others with equality, but rather than make a quick enemy he’s willing to play the part of sorts, lure others into a false sense of security, and then strike when the timing is right. ((So really he won’t think you equal or higher, but he has the decency to act like he does sometimes.)) He might not think anyone is his equal, well except for his sister, but he does have the ability to respect others, and keep up appearances so he’s the perfect, friendly one. He was born and raised to be a leader, and he hates having to bend to the wills of others- if at all. Loyalty has been a constant virtue throughout his immortal life, and once gained you can always find Adarian on the front lines of any threat or danger. Of the few friends that Adarian does have, he stays loyal and trustworthy for them until the end. He, obviously, had reasons to make these people his friends in the first place and so he's going to stick to them and make sure they’re around for his benefit as well. Those friends, however, know what makes him tick and what makes him calm down. They're his weakness and he gets very riled up about people messing with his them which leads to Adarian to being....highly aggressive and protective to put it lightly. He's not very good at backing down from a fight. Adarian likes to grab a hold of things and not let it go. His general belligerence sometimes makes him hard to be around, but it's more of him worrying about people picking fights with his friends or charges. It's not that he takes everything as a personal insult, but well, he kinda does. SO it’s best to be careful around him, even if he doesn’t show it, if he feels you’ve crossed him, you’ll find out eventually one way or another. He overreacts a lot and his control has always been a developing thing, but it’s coming along nicely. If you manage to piss him off enough so he has a personal vendetta, you’ve screwed yourself ‘cause he isn’t ever going to let up unless he’s satisfied.
He can be a caring individual, but he can be cold and heartless as well. Sometimes it’s like a battle within; fire and ice. He hasn’t found a balance yet, but he keeps on trying. He tries to contain it, and then redirect it. Especially around Devyn, they can’t both be fire, so he has to adjust and balance, and in a way its matured him. He’s a pillar of strength, guidance even, and that adds to his preferred “godly” term.
He is lethal, seeming to have that big brother persona and guardian warrior air about him. Once he does something he sets his mind to, he will always follow through, and he is true to his word and follows every action with a strong belief or authoritative purpose. He will take charge of a situation if he feels he needs to, or hell just because he can, and does his best to resolve conflicts even if they are not his own, if only to come out on top. Whenever Adarian chooses something to do, he focuses so intensely on it that he can't ever let go, even if it's something difficult and obnoxious. He pursues anything that he wants or believes in, no matter how trivial. It's probably an obsession, to be honest.
Over the course of his life Adarian has managed to stretch his level of tolerance- but not patience. Once a certain level of tolerance has been breached, expect no patience and the wrath of a warrior king on you. He usually employs tact, a skill he’s picked up from Devyn. Adarian is far too stubborn to let go any hatred or hurtfulness he feels, and rarely forgives entirely. He tends to be rather blunt, not beating around the bushes and getting to the point, to the point where he’s been considered blatantly brash. This is where impulse control takes effect. He’s always had the warriors itch- that lust for action, desire to dominate and subdue by physical means. Over the centuries it’s been given many different names;; bloodlust being one of them, and a favorite since becoming a vampire. Every second of life is a requirement to live in his mind and will do anything to do it. He will not take anything from anyone ((as in attitude ect)), he might listen to a close trusted friend, but it’s a strong might, especially if the other takes it too far. He will not hesitate to remind others of their place, and that he demands respect. But it's his way or the highway most of the time. And with that stubbornness comes defiance. He won't obey if he thinks it's wrong, and he hates molding to the norms of society. He isn’t afraid to fight, actually rather enjoying it. His tactics are lethal and he is quite dangerous. Once he gets into a fight, he will not stop until the other submits or either he or the opponent is dead. Not counting friendly spars or the blow-off-some-steam matches. He has a strong personality and a strong-willed mind. Others that try to challenge him or test him usually don’t end up the same as they did when they first tried to cross him. Basically, he can be your worst enemy, or a valuable ally. He doesn’t have many friends, since he usually ends up wearing them down, killing them, boring of them and such, but if you manage to get and stay on his good side you’ll end up with a venerable/revered friend, especially if you have his loyalty. The same could be said like say, if he owes you, but it’s usually a gamble in trying to force this beast into anything. He is a god-like force to be reckoned with, with the cold lethality of an avenging angel without mercy and whose purpose is death and justice.
He loves to fight, and is at his happiest holding authority or covered in the blood of his enemies- all the sweeter while in the bed of a woman ((sometimes man)). He’s like a double-bladed sword;; cool and refined, fitting the role, and then he’s the revered warrior god, and that’s a title all in itself. Sure he can be broody and dark, but when the need arises he can be tactful and friendly…ish. Old habits die hard.
LIKES
• Blood, War, Combat, Battlezones
• Physical Pleasures;; Sex, Torturing others, fresh blood ((and not that synthetic crap, as he often puts it))
• History, Weapons/Weaponry, Anything to do with warriorness/fighting really
• Power, High Status, being in control,
• Devyn; His Twin, he’d do anything for her.
DISLIKES
• Threats or challenges of any kind;; of course he’ll take them and dominate but it still bothers him beings try.
• Other authority figures, pathetic creatures
• Hates anyone remotely against his sister, himself, or any friend he has.
• Not being in control, losing power, losing in general ((something he hasn’t had happen in a long time)) being forced to do anything, not getting his way.
• All humans, most Fae ((except to drink from/capture as sex slaves ect)) And anyone else in his way.
STRENGTHS
• 4700+ years of experience;; battles, wars, tactics, martial arts/combatives, weaponry, natures/habits/behavior of humans and most Supe’s and such.
• Enhanced speed, strength, agility, reflexes, can fly, vampire power. (((The vampire ability of his revolves around combat;; He has this keen knack for not being there when someone strikes, a sixth sense almost, and he is able to pinpoint and detect weaknesses and vital points for each individual like it’s a second nature. With each direct hit to said vital point/weakness, not only does it cause physical damage but also a sort of mental ((making you believe the pain is more intense than it is/more damaging that it really is, make you hesitate more, basically throw you off your game the longer the fight lasts. The mental effect only works on humans and vampires ((since he’s most familiar with them, he’s been a human before and he is a vampire.)))
• Natural Leader, enforcer, power figure;; ruthlessness, never hesitates, willingness to kill/maim/harm
• Ability to plot against/scheme & manipulate-with his sister of course
• His looks, body, acting ability to get things done, attitude ect
WEAKNESSES
• Silver, Wood
• Sister and any truly considered friends can be used against him ((If you threaten them you basically have him at you’re will, but you better be sure you can play better than he can because he’ll eventually find a way to kill you/get back at you.
• HEP D
• Fire, Sunlight
• Bloodlust, Battle itch; but he is forced to control it since he has to balance out Devyn or the consequences will be too much.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Overall Adarian is a rather complicated individual, both preferring to be the loner but who could In his solitude he finds peace and quiet, which is exactly what he needs to sort through his overwhelming thoughts. Sometimes it gives him too much of an opportunity to dwell on things that he doesn't need to be thinking about, but that is his choice. He's a very intimidating and fearsome individual. He instills respect in his peers and usually anyone else he comes into contact with, but earns it at the same time. He never forces that idea onto anyone;; well most of the time. His seemingly quiet nature ((when not in Warrior King Mode)) makes it hard to approach him because people think he is unfriendly, which is far from the truth. He knows when to play nice. His brooding personality makes it difficult to know what he is thinking or how he is going to respond, so many people don't chance it, but over the years he’s definitely gotten the dark, broody thing down to a point. Adarian is also very intelligent, as to be expected, and that makes him hard to approach because of the intimidation level as other factors. They don't know what to say around him because they don't know what he's thinking, and if they are wrong. However, because of all of those aspects, people are highly intimidated by him, without even considering his age and abilities. But even though he comes off as intimidating and solitary, he still is extremely protective over any individual that has managed to get close to him in his life, and plenty capable and has a strong sense of duty and dedication. He will put them before himself more often than not, maybe not to the point where he will make certain that their well being is more important than his own ((maybe in Devyns’ case)). He uses his skills and his power to take care of them, and he would do anything for anyone of them, them being the rare people he might get close to or even care about. Part of why over the course of his life he could count such beings on one hand. Now students however, that’s a different story.
Now he does have his moments where he likes to loosen up and relax, but his protective/aggressive nature is never really suppressed. He is always one to take responsibility, to take on any task and get it done right. He respects women to a point, but he feels like they have to be protected and kept out of harm’s way for the most part. That or sex toys, and even men have been included in that category in the recent years. However, there are exceptions. And once again, even though he might come off as rough, domineering, intimidating and calculating, he really does try to do what’s best, but whether its for himself or Devyn or in general, that’s something else as well. There seem to be many contrasting traits when it comes to Adarian, but it is all a part of his complex personality, and it only makes sense for him to feel so many different ways and to think so many different things if he’s left to actually think introverted. Also one of the main reasons he’s kept to the simple nature of brutality, letting his twin dominate other aspects. He contradicts himself constantly even though he is not aware of it. However, he nearly always knows what he’s doing, and if he doesn’t, well we’ll see.
He might be the most patient individual that one has ever met. If someone is misbehaving or being just rather annoying, he can have a hard time with it at times, but he always calms himself down and becomes the adult in the situation. He keeps his poise and his calm exterior. He is honestly really patient, and tries hard to remain that way in situations in which he just wants to lose his temper. However, there are some times when he just can't hold himself together, and those lapses in control- when he allowa his true nature to rise and take charge- it’s like a force of nature, even wilder, and can prove fatal for some and savage, erupting in a way that is not always positive, and disrespect is always a gamble when directed intentionally towards Adarian or the ones he cares about. Now though, he’s always trying to maintain his control and his neutral, collected exterior, but no matter how fine he has perfected it there will always be times where he snaps. And he will always need some sort of outlet.
Hardly is he even talking about anything personal about himself. Now even though he prefers to be alone, he can be really friendly when it comes down to it. He enjoys having an intelligent conversation with someone, he likes to interact with people, but only on his terms. He can be as friendly as they come, but only if he wants to be. On top of the friendliness at times, he is also a very good listener. He knows how it feels to not belong in the world, and he does his best to give good advice to them. He'll listen for as long as someone needs him to, for the most part. He has a silver tongue and a razor wit, he can also be a bit cynical at times and his natural stubbornness and defiance gives him a smart ass’d mouth at times. He's sarcastic and more than a little cynical and he can just be downright cold sometimes. Now though, he will only sometimes crack a smile, but don’t count too much on it. His smile is infectious, but it hardly comes around, more often than not he would give a half smile, and rarer still is his crooked grin.
Adarian acts every bit godly, with the ego to match, if not rival. He is a hardened warrior, with stern features as chiseled and masculine as they are gorgeous. He is naturally assertive and dominant, with the ferocity to match. He…relatively treats others with equality, but rather than make a quick enemy he’s willing to play the part of sorts, lure others into a false sense of security, and then strike when the timing is right. ((So really he won’t think you equal or higher, but he has the decency to act like he does sometimes.)) He might not think anyone is his equal, well except for his sister, but he does have the ability to respect others, and keep up appearances so he’s the perfect, friendly one. He was born and raised to be a leader, and he hates having to bend to the wills of others- if at all. Loyalty has been a constant virtue throughout his immortal life, and once gained you can always find Adarian on the front lines of any threat or danger. Of the few friends that Adarian does have, he stays loyal and trustworthy for them until the end. He, obviously, had reasons to make these people his friends in the first place and so he's going to stick to them and make sure they’re around for his benefit as well. Those friends, however, know what makes him tick and what makes him calm down. They're his weakness and he gets very riled up about people messing with his them which leads to Adarian to being....highly aggressive and protective to put it lightly. He's not very good at backing down from a fight. Adarian likes to grab a hold of things and not let it go. His general belligerence sometimes makes him hard to be around, but it's more of him worrying about people picking fights with his friends or charges. It's not that he takes everything as a personal insult, but well, he kinda does. SO it’s best to be careful around him, even if he doesn’t show it, if he feels you’ve crossed him, you’ll find out eventually one way or another. He overreacts a lot and his control has always been a developing thing, but it’s coming along nicely. If you manage to piss him off enough so he has a personal vendetta, you’ve screwed yourself ‘cause he isn’t ever going to let up unless he’s satisfied.
He can be a caring individual, but he can be cold and heartless as well. Sometimes it’s like a battle within; fire and ice. He hasn’t found a balance yet, but he keeps on trying. He tries to contain it, and then redirect it. Especially around Devyn, they can’t both be fire, so he has to adjust and balance, and in a way its matured him. He’s a pillar of strength, guidance even, and that adds to his preferred “godly” term.
He is lethal, seeming to have that big brother persona and guardian warrior air about him. Once he does something he sets his mind to, he will always follow through, and he is true to his word and follows every action with a strong belief or authoritative purpose. He will take charge of a situation if he feels he needs to, or hell just because he can, and does his best to resolve conflicts even if they are not his own, if only to come out on top. Whenever Adarian chooses something to do, he focuses so intensely on it that he can't ever let go, even if it's something difficult and obnoxious. He pursues anything that he wants or believes in, no matter how trivial. It's probably an obsession, to be honest.
Over the course of his life Adarian has managed to stretch his level of tolerance- but not patience. Once a certain level of tolerance has been breached, expect no patience and the wrath of a warrior king on you. He usually employs tact, a skill he’s picked up from Devyn. Adarian is far too stubborn to let go any hatred or hurtfulness he feels, and rarely forgives entirely. He tends to be rather blunt, not beating around the bushes and getting to the point, to the point where he’s been considered blatantly brash. This is where impulse control takes effect. He’s always had the warriors itch- that lust for action, desire to dominate and subdue by physical means. Over the centuries it’s been given many different names;; bloodlust being one of them, and a favorite since becoming a vampire. Every second of life is a requirement to live in his mind and will do anything to do it. He will not take anything from anyone ((as in attitude ect)), he might listen to a close trusted friend, but it’s a strong might, especially if the other takes it too far. He will not hesitate to remind others of their place, and that he demands respect. But it's his way or the highway most of the time. And with that stubbornness comes defiance. He won't obey if he thinks it's wrong, and he hates molding to the norms of society. He isn’t afraid to fight, actually rather enjoying it. His tactics are lethal and he is quite dangerous. Once he gets into a fight, he will not stop until the other submits or either he or the opponent is dead. Not counting friendly spars or the blow-off-some-steam matches. He has a strong personality and a strong-willed mind. Others that try to challenge him or test him usually don’t end up the same as they did when they first tried to cross him. Basically, he can be your worst enemy, or a valuable ally. He doesn’t have many friends, since he usually ends up wearing them down, killing them, boring of them and such, but if you manage to get and stay on his good side you’ll end up with a venerable/revered friend, especially if you have his loyalty. The same could be said like say, if he owes you, but it’s usually a gamble in trying to force this beast into anything. He is a god-like force to be reckoned with, with the cold lethality of an avenging angel without mercy and whose purpose is death and justice.
He loves to fight, and is at his happiest holding authority or covered in the blood of his enemies- all the sweeter while in the bed of a woman ((sometimes man)). He’s like a double-bladed sword;; cool and refined, fitting the role, and then he’s the revered warrior god, and that’s a title all in itself. Sure he can be broody and dark, but when the need arises he can be tactful and friendly…ish. Old habits die hard.
. H I S T O R Y .
FAMILY
Devyrian Damianos Veas/Younger Twin sister/Vampire/4797
Adalia Veas/Deceased/Mother
Marcus Veas/Deceased/Father
HOME Town Present day Spain, roughly around Madrid.
OVERALL HISTORY Adarian and Devryian, twins born in 4321 B.C originating somewhere in one of the first civilazations;;Ancient Greece, or somewhere around there, and their ancient tribe or sorts migrated by land all the way to present day Madrid, Spain. Between the twins, he was older by roughly 2:17 seconds. The twins were born into an Ancient equivalent of a society in their tribe, their family being the “royals” and most dominant.
Early Life;;
Growing up, the twins were as close as could be, balancing each other well and complimenting each other’s qualities and traits so that in essence they were model heirs, godly children in every sense of the word. Adarian had good relationships with both of his parents and the rest of their society as well, surpassing others his age and even higher in arts such as hunting, fishing, fighting- most aspects of life back in that time. Once puberty was reached, both twins became…quite, familiar with the opposite gender. Adarian always kept his standards high, never bedding anyone he deemed unworthy. Usually he was attracted to older women, though never older than 10 years and only the best and highest in status. Yes, back then those types of women were more often than not unavailable due to other suitors or being married/claimed, but honestly it really didn’t matter to him. He usually did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and if there was the possibility it would hurt him some way, he’d find a way around it to best benefit him. So early on he learned the arts of trickery and manipulation. He never got caught, and he always pleased his father, bringing “honor” and “goodness” and “pride” and whatever else his father said to their family, in nearly everything he did. So much so that he almost literally became a god-like figure, and idol and exemplary being to others. And add his sister, together they were they seemed like gifts from the gods. And it became habit for Adarian to “gift” himself; whether it be in the form of killing off his enemies, striking down opponents, to raising the standards of the family and people, to women themselves, one of his more favorable tasks. Once reaching Spain, their nomadic community settled and began to grow and evolve into a society. Not much is known, but this seems to be their rough timeline and adventures.
At the age of roughly 16, Devryian got into enough trouble with her promiscuity that their father threatened to disown her, and it was only because of Adarian, threatening that wherever she was going he would be right with her, that put a halt to the decision. But the seed was already planted, the damage was already done, and from there on Adarian was the favored between the twins in the eyes of their family and the highest in status in the society. Helping in one of the ways he knew best, Adarian challenged the man to a battle to the death, and promptly killed him. Employing one of his schemes, and veangeance for the twins, he then proceeded to goad and subtly taunt all the male figures in that family so that they’d either challenge Adarian ((and end up dead of course)) or make themselves look bad enough that their reputation was damaged beyond repair-and then kill them of course. Devryian dealt with the woman of the family that so very nearly ruined her image, but the matters of how, well Adarian never got into it.
Once that matter was done and settled, the neighboring tribes came together to form their own society to try and rival theirs. War erupted, and for a little over a year the battles and fights waged on. Ultimately in the end Adarian and Devryian’s people won, and then spent the next half year conducting order and stability, crushing the chaos and bringing about order to the chaos. Adding to his list of titles and milestones was now War Hero. Despite the losses, their people bounced back rather well, enslaving the enemy people and letting a minority of them merge with their own. From there on, peace and prosperity ruled, with only minor difficulties and obstacles. All due to the minds of the twins and their contributions. In this aspect however, Devyn was really the main power behind everything, and Adarian hardly had to help her, but rather he made sure everything went smoothly and according, time to time adding in his two cents. Slowly, Devyn’s image had began healing, and with this she’d practically reached the status of what she’d been once.
During the war, the equivalent of a priest/pastor/ect set himself apart, even managing to form a small cult after the war. He spoke about the incubus, nightwalkers, the fang’d and the forever lost and the like. It wouldn’t be until later that the creatures of which they spoke about were vampires. Adarian found them amusing at first, but in a matter of a week or so he was tired of their rants and threatened to smite them should they not stop. The solemn group heeded the warning, but looking back Adarian wished he would’ve listened.
The next night, Devyn was with a foreign man, and since their “alpha” family was protective of their people the foreigner had to prove himself in a battle with their best fighter- other than Adarian. He stopped the fight before anyone died, and impressed but having this gut feeling Adarian and Marcus accepted the stranger into their lands, if only temporarily. ((However, the mystic man had trapped Adarina one day to warn him that he’d just welcomed a nightwalker into their midst.)) The next night…
Things looked like they were going rather well for the couple, and the man had the appearance of someone of high standing, so Adarian was just going to grin and walk off to meet up with some of the guys for a night of drinking and laughter-But he’d spend too long learning from people and their ways, so he’d picked up something off about the situation. (Beneath the perfect warrior prince womanizer exterior he’d had to do horrible, cruel things to people-especially in the war. Ranging from torture to sadistic take downs, bringing people down to their knees by breaking them either mentally or emotionally, hell even both. True he did prefer the physical aspects, but because of his sister he was well rounded and vice versa for her)
Despite the womanly feminineness and charm of his twin, Devyn did have her dominant streak, maybe growing up with such a dominant brother had influenced her in that. But now, she seemed to be in some drunken stupor and was baring her neck. Acting purely on instinct, in defense of his sister he pulled the dagger form his belt and threw it true, the dagger burying deep into the side of the pale man’s neck. Blood ran down his neck and stained his clothing, spurting a bit so some got on the cool ground wet with dew and on his sister as well. The man fell, grabbing at his neck but when he reached for the hilt his hands burns. Being royal and all, he’d had the hilt engraved with silver and gold, and maybe it was luck silver was involved. Before the vampire had even hit he floor Adarian rushed over to his twin, pulled her back and behind him, sufficiently making the glamour wear off. Thinking the vampire dead, he spun around to deal with Devyn. Not even getting a word from his mouth Adarian was yanked by the hair from behind and shoved against the wall. The vampire was up, and pissed. He pressed against him and growled in his ear, feeling him up, hissing out something like “want to take her place,” or “No idea what you’ve gotten yourself into stud.” The vampire removed his hand from Adarian’s hair and used his vampire speed to turn Adarian around. The overwhelming speed and strength of the man was enough to send Adarian into a frantic mind frenzy, and seeing the dagger still in the man’s neck he reached to pull it out and stabbed him in the gut, the depth fot he wound and the silver with it didn’t exactly mortally wound the vamper, but since he was still a young vampire it did make him see Adarian as threat enough to throw him the 18 year old warrior prince away into a stone wall, cracking his jaw and fracturing his cheekbone. He crumpled to the floor in a dazed heap. The force of the impact had given him a concussion, and would’ve made a lesser man go unconscious. Too bad, since Adarian got to watch helplessly as the vampire return to his sister, yank her towards him and bite her in the shoulder. From there it’s a bit foggy, but Adarian could’ve sworn he told Devyn that he’d make her his as punishment to his brother, and that he found her worthy of being his so really it should be an honor. Adarian rose to his feet and ran at the man with a primal war cry, ready to rip this man apart with his bare hands. But alas, being no match against a vampire, however young, the man turned with a sneer and grabbed him by the throat, using his momentum to ram him into the stone wall and actually lift him off of his feet, choking him. He laughed, Adarian struggled futilely, and then Adarian fell unconscious. The last thing he saw was the fanged man carry off his- his twin sister.
He woke sometime early the next day, and the scenes from the night before came back full force. He was hysterical at his failure, screaming her name and cursing the vampire, swearing vengeance. His anger was godlike, and the divine wrath of his would’ve rivaled that of a true vampire. The distraught prince fell to his knees, stained in his own blood and kneeling in his sisters, and he let the heavens know of his wrath and his pain in heartbreaking howling roar.
It was enough to attract some of his people who then brought his father, who clubbed him over the head in frustration after failing to get him to explain by shaking him by the shoulders. He regained his composure, and within the hour explained to his parents what had happened-and that the priest was right indeed about the nightwalkers. He was ridiculed by his father, and only received pity and sorrow form his mother. When he told his father that the shunned priest and his group were right, his father back handed him, and told him to stop this foolishness and tell him what he did to Devyn. Adarian kept to the story, and after a punch to the face and a ram into the wall from his father, his father renounced all ties with his son, and told him the only way to get his position back was to bring back his daughter. Adarian still kept to the story. The father went back to the scene, and at inspecting it closer came to the conclusion this was Adarian’s clever way or killing his sister to gain power all to himself and get away with it. This time when he tried to hurt him, Adarian struck back. His father said things, as did his mother, to tear his ego and pride apart, to tear down the pillars of his image and all that was him. But he survived, and he took the chance at atonement and set off to find his sister. He went to go see the priest, told him the story- and form his learned everything he could about vampires, and the priest let one of his members go with Adarian. With the best of their dogs, he set out to track the vampire that stole his sister, with Kalin and the hunting dog.
After a year of nothing, he returned to his father and his people. It was only because of his mother, now pregnant, that he was allowed to spent the next two days there to tell of his journey hunt. Only because a new heir was on the way, and his pregnant wife was willing to keep him, did the father even think about letting Adarian back to live in the society. Shame…because as luck would have it.
The same vampire that ruined Adarians’ life had returned that same night. Adarian was out that night with a woman, and the first inclination of that vampire was when he caught a glimpse outside- and saw him standing by the treeline. He was at a lake with the woman. He was about to deflower the fair maiden when the vampire made himself known. He sat by the waters edge on a log and laughed. Adarian stayed protective over the woman, but the desire to kill the vampire was stronger. All he carried now were daggers of silver, or swords lined in the metal. But his clothes were discarded, as were his weapons. Adarian and the vampire stared each other down, but when the woman screamed that’s when he leaped for his daggers and threw them at the vampire. Cocky and arrogant as he was, he let the daggers hit him-thinking Adarian was the same fool he’d been once. The first dagger struck him in the chest, an inch below the heart but it pierced through his left lung. The second had struck right under the collarbone. Adarian went to the woman, begged and pleaded with her to leave, to run and never come back, to go get the priest or Kalin, but she was rooted to the spot, shell shocked. The vampire snarled, fangs retracted and grabbed Adarian by the back of the hair and flung him away. He used his vampire speed to kick him harshly down to the ground before Adarian impacted, and before he could catch his breath the vampire pulled one of the daggers out and ran it across Adarian’s bare chest in an attempt to stab him, a failed one at that since Adarian moved so it would only slice him. He grabbed the maiden by the throat, in a hold that was slowly choking her but its main purpose was to snap the neck. Adarian managed to get his sword, but as soon as he was up and ready the vampire gave him that ultimatum. He taunted him with her, bringing back all those feelings of frustration and helplessness from that first encounter. And then he sneered, that same look, and threw his head back in loud mocking laughter.
“Same with that darling sister of yours, pathetic and weak, one and the same…if I hadn’t turned her who knows how she’d turn out…” At the mentioning of her, Adarian lost it and surged forward. The vampire thought it a bluff, so he didn’t do anything. It wasn’t until he raised his sword that the vampire reacted, just in the wrong way. He snapped the maiden’s neck and let her fall. She hadn’t even hit the ground when Adarian’s silver lined sword bit deep into the vampire’s neck, and the burning silver quality and Adarian’s strength made sure the blade ran through and he smit’d the vampire. At the cost of the maiden. But oddly enough he didn’t care, he’s suffered enough so that he had learned how to numb his conscience, store things away for later if at all and this was one of those times. And besides, victory-vengeance-was sweet. And for a moment he stood there, reveling in the death and the blood, completely stoic until a wide grin, sadistically sinister even, split his face.
From out of view, he saw the ghost of an image he’d thought he wouldn’t ever see again- Devyn. HE took a sharp intake of breath and took a step forward, the movement reopening the cut across his chest. “Devyn, is that you?” He called into the darkness, directed at the silhouetted form that was so familiar yet so far away. There was a sound, a small wind, and then there was nothing. He sprang over to the spot, searching, using his sword to cut and slash through the brush and limbs in frustrated defeat yet again. He roared, sinking his blade deep into the ground where he kneeled before it to regain himself.
A pair of hunters found him roaming the woods by the lake right at dawn, and they also saw the gruesome scene of the woman. Neck broken, she’d also burned with the vampire in the daylight, so there were open wounds with dark trickles of the deceased blood. The hunters reported to his father, and Adarian was cast off again-banished with a kill on sight decree on his head for any hunter, fighter, or wandering person of the society. Rather than kill everyone and burn the society to the ground like he so would’ve loved to do, he left once again to find his sister.
He spent roughly another 3 years as an outlaw rogue. He’d even met other wanderers- two of which happened to be Werewolves. All in all, his little band of rogues numbered 6; himself, the two Were’s, and 3 other humans. He also learned of the two natured. Together they killed, tamed, overpowered, stole, and travelling all the way to present day Germany and back, making their mark on developing peoples. He had yet to give up hope, but even for him he thought his mission one with the purpose of only robbing him of youth and life, but it was still something he was willing to do. The 3 years had aged him, and had given him a different ruthlessness that that of which he’d possessed as a God to his people. Finally it paid off, his searching, as one night the vampyric woman made her appearance.
The band of rogues and mercenaries had camped for the night in a clearing in the heart of the woodlands. The humans were asleep, but he and the Were’s were awake and talking, drinking too while they nom’d on their fish. From the darkness yet again Adarian saw her, and the Were’s tensed, sniffing and on edge. They blew it off, but the presence was unsettling. Finally the tension was ended when she came forth. But her welcome wasn’t to be expected. Adarian was shell shocked, all the emotions of anger and helplessness and abandonment and failure rearing its ugly head. He didn’t blame her, but the situation was still unforgivable. The Were’s then tried to subdue her, actually succeeding, and Adarian watched in shock for a moment. But when their intentions became clear that they were going to ravage the lone miserable bitch both at once Adarian gave an animalistic snarl, instinct taking over and reverting to his old ways. He didn’t even draw his sword, he just surged forward like the warrior he was-but with a quickness unmatched and with a brutalic menace his sister attacked them both with what seemed easy- her movements precise, lethal, and absolutely beautiful in their dark finesse. The commotion had awakened the other three humans, and without a second thought they moved to attack his twin, and when Adarian blocked them off they switched to him. He beat one down without weapons, and the second he gutted with his sword, but he hadn’t even finished him off when his sister was standing with a smile near him- the dead corpse of the third man crumpled at her feet. He played out loud with how much his sister had changed- how she’d gotten so strong and such adept of a fighter- but then it dawned on him that she was also a vampire. No sooner had that flicker of recognition crossed his gaze had she then lunged at him, fangs extended and killed him.
New Life;;
He awoke a few nights later, and after only a second to take in the newness of himself he burst into action. With the rawness of his strength he pushed his way above ground, erupting from the surface and using vampire speed to leap out and stand upright. From there on, he was forever changed. He was roughly 4 years younger than Devyn as a vampire now, and she was his maker. She took him on his first hunt, and after that he attacked the topic of what she’d been doing the past 4 years, the why’s the how’s, addressing his emotions and everything else until he was satisfied with everything. True, he was still angered at his twin, and the fact he was a vampire wasn’t a good one either. But after a week or so he’d gotten over it, and the twin team was perfect and back to normal. They followed the humans, went wherever was most evolved and whatnot, living actual history.
At the progress, Adarian chose to return home on night and confront his father. Devyn was with him- never too far away now- and he made his way to his fathers room. He explained the new life, told about Devyn and the like. Once she came into the room though, he lost it. He suddenly believed..and he was afraid-and hateful as ever. He had a silver medallion, and as if to embrace his son he shoved it right in his mouth- causing Adarian to in turn shove him across the room and into the stone wall-cracking his skull and shattering both shoulder blades. In a perfect ‘Ah fuck’ moment Adarian rushed over to his dying father, begging again for the last time in his life for acceptance- forgiveness- love- anything of what he’d once had. His fathers last words were anything but, and Adarian couldn’t control himself, the blood proved too much and he drained his father dry. Devyn took care of anyone that’d come to investigate, and again on impulse Adarian went into action. He jumped from the window and found his mother at the base, with a new son. Acting solely on vampyric impulse he killed them both, and then together he and Devyn went on a killing spree- massacring every single person that made up their society. From there on, the twins had been inseparable since.
Over the next 5500+ years or so the vampire twins- maker and progeny, lived like true vampires, at times mainstreaming to take place in major historical events/wars, rising in status and hierarchy in others, making or breaking empires or societies as they saw fit. Devyn got her fill, and Adarian was glad to follow her on her ‘turns’. Adarian himself got to train, fight, and even create some of the best warriors, assassins, mercenaries, armies and legions ect known to mankind. Basically, in nearly every winning battle or war, you could find Adarian either part of it or helping in it. He’d been in his share of losing ends though, but through the 5700+ years of vampire life there was hardly a battle zone he hadn’t been in in some way shape or form. From the primitive battles of the ever changing tribes of humans, to the Roman Armies & Nordic Vikings, to the Soviet Spetznaz & the Asian Militaries. Of course Adarian would do that, and his resume had much more since his sister was equally as colorful. *Fun Fact*Throughout history, Adarian has had several names given to him throughout time and his travels; from gods of power, war, death and yes, even beauty. Even has had a few religions based off of him, most now extinct, but yes, egotistical Adarian here indeed has had Gods and Deities based off of him.*
Rise in Power;;
They were one of the first vampires to join The Vampire Tribunal, and quickly rose in rank and notoriety ((With his twin sister even becoming Magister as he became King of Texas)). The “infamous” twins become a part of The Vampire Elite soon after it first started due to the twins’ age, power, qualities, experience and the like. They kept their joining of the Elite a secret from the Tribunal however, and they plan to keep it that way. Of course the other Elite, as well as most of the world’s vampires, are aware of their standing in the Tribunal. For the longest time the twins chose to stay separate from the vampire community, having outlived or killed most of the older vampires of their time or the ones closest in age to them had their paths crossed. However, that changed after a while, but the twins were still wary other would attempt to “neutralize” the threat by elimination. But once they made themselves known, things went rather well for them, as stated above. And continued;
As renowned members of the Tribunal, views on them as well as their notoriety is ranged, to the point where some vampires believe them to be borderline treasonous, that or on the right mindset for the vampire community in their ways. They were mainly free to do as they pleased, until the Magister(s) himself proved to be the only semblance of a challenge, and even then- the twins together was a deadly and wicked force, intellectually and mentally in this case. Essentially, only the Authority had any main control over them, since the Magister(s) realized the twins were proving to be potentially dangerous, as if feeling their grip and dominance over them fading- the Authority more often than not had to deal directly with them. Adarian became King of Texas before Devyn became Magister of North America.
But still, the twins are not sated, and they continue to want more. Only the Elite closest to them know of how they plot for control, war even, but only the twins themselves know of how much deeper that goes…
FAMILY
Devyrian Damianos Veas/Younger Twin sister/Vampire/4797
Adalia Veas/Deceased/Mother
Marcus Veas/Deceased/Father
HOME Town Present day Spain, roughly around Madrid.
OVERALL HISTORY Adarian and Devryian, twins born in 4321 B.C originating somewhere in one of the first civilazations;;Ancient Greece, or somewhere around there, and their ancient tribe or sorts migrated by land all the way to present day Madrid, Spain. Between the twins, he was older by roughly 2:17 seconds. The twins were born into an Ancient equivalent of a society in their tribe, their family being the “royals” and most dominant.
Early Life;;
Growing up, the twins were as close as could be, balancing each other well and complimenting each other’s qualities and traits so that in essence they were model heirs, godly children in every sense of the word. Adarian had good relationships with both of his parents and the rest of their society as well, surpassing others his age and even higher in arts such as hunting, fishing, fighting- most aspects of life back in that time. Once puberty was reached, both twins became…quite, familiar with the opposite gender. Adarian always kept his standards high, never bedding anyone he deemed unworthy. Usually he was attracted to older women, though never older than 10 years and only the best and highest in status. Yes, back then those types of women were more often than not unavailable due to other suitors or being married/claimed, but honestly it really didn’t matter to him. He usually did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and if there was the possibility it would hurt him some way, he’d find a way around it to best benefit him. So early on he learned the arts of trickery and manipulation. He never got caught, and he always pleased his father, bringing “honor” and “goodness” and “pride” and whatever else his father said to their family, in nearly everything he did. So much so that he almost literally became a god-like figure, and idol and exemplary being to others. And add his sister, together they were they seemed like gifts from the gods. And it became habit for Adarian to “gift” himself; whether it be in the form of killing off his enemies, striking down opponents, to raising the standards of the family and people, to women themselves, one of his more favorable tasks. Once reaching Spain, their nomadic community settled and began to grow and evolve into a society. Not much is known, but this seems to be their rough timeline and adventures.
At the age of roughly 16, Devryian got into enough trouble with her promiscuity that their father threatened to disown her, and it was only because of Adarian, threatening that wherever she was going he would be right with her, that put a halt to the decision. But the seed was already planted, the damage was already done, and from there on Adarian was the favored between the twins in the eyes of their family and the highest in status in the society. Helping in one of the ways he knew best, Adarian challenged the man to a battle to the death, and promptly killed him. Employing one of his schemes, and veangeance for the twins, he then proceeded to goad and subtly taunt all the male figures in that family so that they’d either challenge Adarian ((and end up dead of course)) or make themselves look bad enough that their reputation was damaged beyond repair-and then kill them of course. Devryian dealt with the woman of the family that so very nearly ruined her image, but the matters of how, well Adarian never got into it.
Once that matter was done and settled, the neighboring tribes came together to form their own society to try and rival theirs. War erupted, and for a little over a year the battles and fights waged on. Ultimately in the end Adarian and Devryian’s people won, and then spent the next half year conducting order and stability, crushing the chaos and bringing about order to the chaos. Adding to his list of titles and milestones was now War Hero. Despite the losses, their people bounced back rather well, enslaving the enemy people and letting a minority of them merge with their own. From there on, peace and prosperity ruled, with only minor difficulties and obstacles. All due to the minds of the twins and their contributions. In this aspect however, Devyn was really the main power behind everything, and Adarian hardly had to help her, but rather he made sure everything went smoothly and according, time to time adding in his two cents. Slowly, Devyn’s image had began healing, and with this she’d practically reached the status of what she’d been once.
During the war, the equivalent of a priest/pastor/ect set himself apart, even managing to form a small cult after the war. He spoke about the incubus, nightwalkers, the fang’d and the forever lost and the like. It wouldn’t be until later that the creatures of which they spoke about were vampires. Adarian found them amusing at first, but in a matter of a week or so he was tired of their rants and threatened to smite them should they not stop. The solemn group heeded the warning, but looking back Adarian wished he would’ve listened.
The next night, Devyn was with a foreign man, and since their “alpha” family was protective of their people the foreigner had to prove himself in a battle with their best fighter- other than Adarian. He stopped the fight before anyone died, and impressed but having this gut feeling Adarian and Marcus accepted the stranger into their lands, if only temporarily. ((However, the mystic man had trapped Adarina one day to warn him that he’d just welcomed a nightwalker into their midst.)) The next night…
Things looked like they were going rather well for the couple, and the man had the appearance of someone of high standing, so Adarian was just going to grin and walk off to meet up with some of the guys for a night of drinking and laughter-But he’d spend too long learning from people and their ways, so he’d picked up something off about the situation. (Beneath the perfect warrior prince womanizer exterior he’d had to do horrible, cruel things to people-especially in the war. Ranging from torture to sadistic take downs, bringing people down to their knees by breaking them either mentally or emotionally, hell even both. True he did prefer the physical aspects, but because of his sister he was well rounded and vice versa for her)
Despite the womanly feminineness and charm of his twin, Devyn did have her dominant streak, maybe growing up with such a dominant brother had influenced her in that. But now, she seemed to be in some drunken stupor and was baring her neck. Acting purely on instinct, in defense of his sister he pulled the dagger form his belt and threw it true, the dagger burying deep into the side of the pale man’s neck. Blood ran down his neck and stained his clothing, spurting a bit so some got on the cool ground wet with dew and on his sister as well. The man fell, grabbing at his neck but when he reached for the hilt his hands burns. Being royal and all, he’d had the hilt engraved with silver and gold, and maybe it was luck silver was involved. Before the vampire had even hit he floor Adarian rushed over to his twin, pulled her back and behind him, sufficiently making the glamour wear off. Thinking the vampire dead, he spun around to deal with Devyn. Not even getting a word from his mouth Adarian was yanked by the hair from behind and shoved against the wall. The vampire was up, and pissed. He pressed against him and growled in his ear, feeling him up, hissing out something like “want to take her place,” or “No idea what you’ve gotten yourself into stud.” The vampire removed his hand from Adarian’s hair and used his vampire speed to turn Adarian around. The overwhelming speed and strength of the man was enough to send Adarian into a frantic mind frenzy, and seeing the dagger still in the man’s neck he reached to pull it out and stabbed him in the gut, the depth fot he wound and the silver with it didn’t exactly mortally wound the vamper, but since he was still a young vampire it did make him see Adarian as threat enough to throw him the 18 year old warrior prince away into a stone wall, cracking his jaw and fracturing his cheekbone. He crumpled to the floor in a dazed heap. The force of the impact had given him a concussion, and would’ve made a lesser man go unconscious. Too bad, since Adarian got to watch helplessly as the vampire return to his sister, yank her towards him and bite her in the shoulder. From there it’s a bit foggy, but Adarian could’ve sworn he told Devyn that he’d make her his as punishment to his brother, and that he found her worthy of being his so really it should be an honor. Adarian rose to his feet and ran at the man with a primal war cry, ready to rip this man apart with his bare hands. But alas, being no match against a vampire, however young, the man turned with a sneer and grabbed him by the throat, using his momentum to ram him into the stone wall and actually lift him off of his feet, choking him. He laughed, Adarian struggled futilely, and then Adarian fell unconscious. The last thing he saw was the fanged man carry off his- his twin sister.
He woke sometime early the next day, and the scenes from the night before came back full force. He was hysterical at his failure, screaming her name and cursing the vampire, swearing vengeance. His anger was godlike, and the divine wrath of his would’ve rivaled that of a true vampire. The distraught prince fell to his knees, stained in his own blood and kneeling in his sisters, and he let the heavens know of his wrath and his pain in heartbreaking howling roar.
It was enough to attract some of his people who then brought his father, who clubbed him over the head in frustration after failing to get him to explain by shaking him by the shoulders. He regained his composure, and within the hour explained to his parents what had happened-and that the priest was right indeed about the nightwalkers. He was ridiculed by his father, and only received pity and sorrow form his mother. When he told his father that the shunned priest and his group were right, his father back handed him, and told him to stop this foolishness and tell him what he did to Devyn. Adarian kept to the story, and after a punch to the face and a ram into the wall from his father, his father renounced all ties with his son, and told him the only way to get his position back was to bring back his daughter. Adarian still kept to the story. The father went back to the scene, and at inspecting it closer came to the conclusion this was Adarian’s clever way or killing his sister to gain power all to himself and get away with it. This time when he tried to hurt him, Adarian struck back. His father said things, as did his mother, to tear his ego and pride apart, to tear down the pillars of his image and all that was him. But he survived, and he took the chance at atonement and set off to find his sister. He went to go see the priest, told him the story- and form his learned everything he could about vampires, and the priest let one of his members go with Adarian. With the best of their dogs, he set out to track the vampire that stole his sister, with Kalin and the hunting dog.
After a year of nothing, he returned to his father and his people. It was only because of his mother, now pregnant, that he was allowed to spent the next two days there to tell of his journey hunt. Only because a new heir was on the way, and his pregnant wife was willing to keep him, did the father even think about letting Adarian back to live in the society. Shame…because as luck would have it.
The same vampire that ruined Adarians’ life had returned that same night. Adarian was out that night with a woman, and the first inclination of that vampire was when he caught a glimpse outside- and saw him standing by the treeline. He was at a lake with the woman. He was about to deflower the fair maiden when the vampire made himself known. He sat by the waters edge on a log and laughed. Adarian stayed protective over the woman, but the desire to kill the vampire was stronger. All he carried now were daggers of silver, or swords lined in the metal. But his clothes were discarded, as were his weapons. Adarian and the vampire stared each other down, but when the woman screamed that’s when he leaped for his daggers and threw them at the vampire. Cocky and arrogant as he was, he let the daggers hit him-thinking Adarian was the same fool he’d been once. The first dagger struck him in the chest, an inch below the heart but it pierced through his left lung. The second had struck right under the collarbone. Adarian went to the woman, begged and pleaded with her to leave, to run and never come back, to go get the priest or Kalin, but she was rooted to the spot, shell shocked. The vampire snarled, fangs retracted and grabbed Adarian by the back of the hair and flung him away. He used his vampire speed to kick him harshly down to the ground before Adarian impacted, and before he could catch his breath the vampire pulled one of the daggers out and ran it across Adarian’s bare chest in an attempt to stab him, a failed one at that since Adarian moved so it would only slice him. He grabbed the maiden by the throat, in a hold that was slowly choking her but its main purpose was to snap the neck. Adarian managed to get his sword, but as soon as he was up and ready the vampire gave him that ultimatum. He taunted him with her, bringing back all those feelings of frustration and helplessness from that first encounter. And then he sneered, that same look, and threw his head back in loud mocking laughter.
“Same with that darling sister of yours, pathetic and weak, one and the same…if I hadn’t turned her who knows how she’d turn out…” At the mentioning of her, Adarian lost it and surged forward. The vampire thought it a bluff, so he didn’t do anything. It wasn’t until he raised his sword that the vampire reacted, just in the wrong way. He snapped the maiden’s neck and let her fall. She hadn’t even hit the ground when Adarian’s silver lined sword bit deep into the vampire’s neck, and the burning silver quality and Adarian’s strength made sure the blade ran through and he smit’d the vampire. At the cost of the maiden. But oddly enough he didn’t care, he’s suffered enough so that he had learned how to numb his conscience, store things away for later if at all and this was one of those times. And besides, victory-vengeance-was sweet. And for a moment he stood there, reveling in the death and the blood, completely stoic until a wide grin, sadistically sinister even, split his face.
From out of view, he saw the ghost of an image he’d thought he wouldn’t ever see again- Devyn. HE took a sharp intake of breath and took a step forward, the movement reopening the cut across his chest. “Devyn, is that you?” He called into the darkness, directed at the silhouetted form that was so familiar yet so far away. There was a sound, a small wind, and then there was nothing. He sprang over to the spot, searching, using his sword to cut and slash through the brush and limbs in frustrated defeat yet again. He roared, sinking his blade deep into the ground where he kneeled before it to regain himself.
A pair of hunters found him roaming the woods by the lake right at dawn, and they also saw the gruesome scene of the woman. Neck broken, she’d also burned with the vampire in the daylight, so there were open wounds with dark trickles of the deceased blood. The hunters reported to his father, and Adarian was cast off again-banished with a kill on sight decree on his head for any hunter, fighter, or wandering person of the society. Rather than kill everyone and burn the society to the ground like he so would’ve loved to do, he left once again to find his sister.
He spent roughly another 3 years as an outlaw rogue. He’d even met other wanderers- two of which happened to be Werewolves. All in all, his little band of rogues numbered 6; himself, the two Were’s, and 3 other humans. He also learned of the two natured. Together they killed, tamed, overpowered, stole, and travelling all the way to present day Germany and back, making their mark on developing peoples. He had yet to give up hope, but even for him he thought his mission one with the purpose of only robbing him of youth and life, but it was still something he was willing to do. The 3 years had aged him, and had given him a different ruthlessness that that of which he’d possessed as a God to his people. Finally it paid off, his searching, as one night the vampyric woman made her appearance.
The band of rogues and mercenaries had camped for the night in a clearing in the heart of the woodlands. The humans were asleep, but he and the Were’s were awake and talking, drinking too while they nom’d on their fish. From the darkness yet again Adarian saw her, and the Were’s tensed, sniffing and on edge. They blew it off, but the presence was unsettling. Finally the tension was ended when she came forth. But her welcome wasn’t to be expected. Adarian was shell shocked, all the emotions of anger and helplessness and abandonment and failure rearing its ugly head. He didn’t blame her, but the situation was still unforgivable. The Were’s then tried to subdue her, actually succeeding, and Adarian watched in shock for a moment. But when their intentions became clear that they were going to ravage the lone miserable bitch both at once Adarian gave an animalistic snarl, instinct taking over and reverting to his old ways. He didn’t even draw his sword, he just surged forward like the warrior he was-but with a quickness unmatched and with a brutalic menace his sister attacked them both with what seemed easy- her movements precise, lethal, and absolutely beautiful in their dark finesse. The commotion had awakened the other three humans, and without a second thought they moved to attack his twin, and when Adarian blocked them off they switched to him. He beat one down without weapons, and the second he gutted with his sword, but he hadn’t even finished him off when his sister was standing with a smile near him- the dead corpse of the third man crumpled at her feet. He played out loud with how much his sister had changed- how she’d gotten so strong and such adept of a fighter- but then it dawned on him that she was also a vampire. No sooner had that flicker of recognition crossed his gaze had she then lunged at him, fangs extended and killed him.
New Life;;
He awoke a few nights later, and after only a second to take in the newness of himself he burst into action. With the rawness of his strength he pushed his way above ground, erupting from the surface and using vampire speed to leap out and stand upright. From there on, he was forever changed. He was roughly 4 years younger than Devyn as a vampire now, and she was his maker. She took him on his first hunt, and after that he attacked the topic of what she’d been doing the past 4 years, the why’s the how’s, addressing his emotions and everything else until he was satisfied with everything. True, he was still angered at his twin, and the fact he was a vampire wasn’t a good one either. But after a week or so he’d gotten over it, and the twin team was perfect and back to normal. They followed the humans, went wherever was most evolved and whatnot, living actual history.
At the progress, Adarian chose to return home on night and confront his father. Devyn was with him- never too far away now- and he made his way to his fathers room. He explained the new life, told about Devyn and the like. Once she came into the room though, he lost it. He suddenly believed..and he was afraid-and hateful as ever. He had a silver medallion, and as if to embrace his son he shoved it right in his mouth- causing Adarian to in turn shove him across the room and into the stone wall-cracking his skull and shattering both shoulder blades. In a perfect ‘Ah fuck’ moment Adarian rushed over to his dying father, begging again for the last time in his life for acceptance- forgiveness- love- anything of what he’d once had. His fathers last words were anything but, and Adarian couldn’t control himself, the blood proved too much and he drained his father dry. Devyn took care of anyone that’d come to investigate, and again on impulse Adarian went into action. He jumped from the window and found his mother at the base, with a new son. Acting solely on vampyric impulse he killed them both, and then together he and Devyn went on a killing spree- massacring every single person that made up their society. From there on, the twins had been inseparable since.
Over the next 5500+ years or so the vampire twins- maker and progeny, lived like true vampires, at times mainstreaming to take place in major historical events/wars, rising in status and hierarchy in others, making or breaking empires or societies as they saw fit. Devyn got her fill, and Adarian was glad to follow her on her ‘turns’. Adarian himself got to train, fight, and even create some of the best warriors, assassins, mercenaries, armies and legions ect known to mankind. Basically, in nearly every winning battle or war, you could find Adarian either part of it or helping in it. He’d been in his share of losing ends though, but through the 5700+ years of vampire life there was hardly a battle zone he hadn’t been in in some way shape or form. From the primitive battles of the ever changing tribes of humans, to the Roman Armies & Nordic Vikings, to the Soviet Spetznaz & the Asian Militaries. Of course Adarian would do that, and his resume had much more since his sister was equally as colorful. *Fun Fact*Throughout history, Adarian has had several names given to him throughout time and his travels; from gods of power, war, death and yes, even beauty. Even has had a few religions based off of him, most now extinct, but yes, egotistical Adarian here indeed has had Gods and Deities based off of him.*
Rise in Power;;
They were one of the first vampires to join The Vampire Tribunal, and quickly rose in rank and notoriety ((With his twin sister even becoming Magister as he became King of Texas)). The “infamous” twins become a part of The Vampire Elite soon after it first started due to the twins’ age, power, qualities, experience and the like. They kept their joining of the Elite a secret from the Tribunal however, and they plan to keep it that way. Of course the other Elite, as well as most of the world’s vampires, are aware of their standing in the Tribunal. For the longest time the twins chose to stay separate from the vampire community, having outlived or killed most of the older vampires of their time or the ones closest in age to them had their paths crossed. However, that changed after a while, but the twins were still wary other would attempt to “neutralize” the threat by elimination. But once they made themselves known, things went rather well for them, as stated above. And continued;
As renowned members of the Tribunal, views on them as well as their notoriety is ranged, to the point where some vampires believe them to be borderline treasonous, that or on the right mindset for the vampire community in their ways. They were mainly free to do as they pleased, until the Magister(s) himself proved to be the only semblance of a challenge, and even then- the twins together was a deadly and wicked force, intellectually and mentally in this case. Essentially, only the Authority had any main control over them, since the Magister(s) realized the twins were proving to be potentially dangerous, as if feeling their grip and dominance over them fading- the Authority more often than not had to deal directly with them. Adarian became King of Texas before Devyn became Magister of North America.
But still, the twins are not sated, and they continue to want more. Only the Elite closest to them know of how they plot for control, war even, but only the twins themselves know of how much deeper that goes…
. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .
YOUR NAME Sam
YOUR AGE 15
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 3+ years
HOW YOU FOUND US Already a member- friend told me.
FACE CLAIM Radoslav Vanco
RULES PASSCODE -removed by Victoria-
SPECIES PASSCODE -removed by Victoria-
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Look at Azzura’s bio
YOUR NAME Sam
YOUR AGE 15
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE 3+ years
HOW YOU FOUND US Already a member- friend told me.
FACE CLAIM Radoslav Vanco
RULES PASSCODE -removed by Victoria-
SPECIES PASSCODE -removed by Victoria-
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Look at Azzura’s bio
heh, couldn't resist another picture...
