Post by Stan Davis on Jul 23, 2010 6:50:42 GMT -4
Name: Stan Davis
Age: 1200
Appearence:
Hometown: Milan, Italy
Family: Human family - long dead and forgotten
Vampire family:
The beautiful Catherine Bathory, my partner, and of course my children:
Eli Jones
Elizabeth Brown - deceased
Alex Maeder
Special Abilities: All the ones that come with being a very old vampire
Weapons of Choice: If I must fight, I have my strength and my cunning... and I'm not bad with a sword either.
Status: Vampire
History:
Long, long ago, when I was human, I was a priest. And I was a good priest. I had faith in my god and I had faith in my flock. It was not a bad life to live... though I suppose in hindsight religion was a little... over the top in those days. I myself admit to bigotry and prejudice in those days. Though I am quite different now.
I had been a priest for perhaps a decade when my life was suddenly changed. I hesitate to say 'ended' as I am clearly still here. But changed certainly. There had been rumours of a creature roaming the city. A vampire, feeding on the blood of the living. There was a part of me that didn't want to believe it, even being the man of god that I was, it didn't seem plausible that such a creature would exist in my city.
How very wrong I was.
He called himself Anghel, and I believe he was from what is now Romania. Anghel found me as I was walking home from the Church one night. I never did find out way he turned me. No matter how many times I have asked, he has never given me a straight answer. But turn me he did, and he taught me a great many things that changed me drastically... more so even than my transformation into a vampire.
For hundreds of years Anghel and I travelled together, killing and teaching me the ways of the vampire. And while we did kill for sport, Anghel was always very careful about who, how often, and where. There were hunters even back then, and it was never a good idea to draw attention to oneself.
Eventually, Anghel decided it was time I learned to fend for myself, and I agreed, exploration was needed. Though we always kept in touch... and I had to come to his rescue during a small debacle with Anghel's other childe, my younger 'sibling', Vlad Dracul III. Vlad was not very good at keeping a low profile and he had to be dealt to rather harshly... and now Anghel refuses to talk about it... it was a very embarassing time for him.
I myself have never regretted any of my children. My first was a young man who now calls himself Eli Jones. We crossed paths about 400 years ago. To me he seemed no more than a silly boy, though he was certainly a man. He was walking alone at night and I was hungry. But the more I drank from him, the more I felt like he deserved to live, but I had already taken too much. So I turned him. In truth I wasn't sure if it would work, I only knew how to do it in theory. But it did... and at first Eli was furious with me for taking his life from him. But after a while he came to forgive me, and we became very close friends.
Nearly two hundred years later he came to me with a young woman and a request. He had fallen in love with her and wanted to turn her, but he didn't want to try himself, for fear of killing her. So I turned her, and Elizabeth joined our little family. It wasn't to last, though. Some decades later, I discovered that Elizabeth and Eli had been set upon by other vampires, Eli had survived - barely - but Elizabeth had been killed. After hunting down the vampires responsible, and killing them very brutaly, Eli went his own way, claiming he needed space and time to think.
My third, and final, childe is a young man by the name of Alex Maeder. I found him dying in an alley some 80 years ago and felt compelled to save his life. He was immediately thankful, and after learning all he needed to survive, he left to travel. I suppose that is what young men do in the modern world. He sends letters, and I no doubt will see him soon enough... the second he gets into trouble, I imagine.
Other than my children, the most important vampire in my life is one Catherine Bathory. I met her at a party in Versailles, though I believe she was going by a different name then, along with her maker Dimitrie Petrescu. It surprised me that a woman like Cat would be with a man like Dimitrie, but I said nothing. I knew to be respectful of a vampire's maker... at first at least. I did convince her to leave her maker. I felt she was too dependant on the man, and he on her, and it would do her good to get out in the world... I won't deny my wanting to be with her had something to do with it as well.
I took her with me to Dublin and bought her a pub, deciding that if Cat could learn how to run a business, she would never need to be dependant on anyone, ever. Eventually, we moved back to America, and I bought her a pub in Chicago, so she could continue her business. And life was good until Dimitrie returned and literally tore her from my arms. As he was her maker, I couldn't deny him his childe, but i would be lying if I said it didn't infuriate me. While we were allowed to keep in contact, I was not allowed to see her and so I had Eli and Alex keep an eye on them, so that if Dimitrie were to get Cat into trouble - which I knew he would - then she would not be helpless.
Eventually Dimitrie's money problems became too severe and he came up with some ridiculous plan so kidnap a very old, very powerful vampire. Of course, everything backfired and Catherine ended up getting kidnapped in return. Dimitrie, being the dolt that he is, refused to pay the ransom so clever Cat had him ratted out. Finally finding out where exactly she was, I went in and got her myself, finding her severely injured from torture, with a piece of silver knife lodged in her rib cage. I took her to a friend of mine who once upon a time ws a doctor, and had him operate, knowing that I would not be able to kill her.
It broke my heart to hear her in so much pain, but it was worth it in the end to see her fully recover. She vowed never to see her maker again, a decision I didn't blame her for, and I took her to Nashville to make a life for the both of us there. We now live in a rather lavish home filled with servants and willing humans to feed on. Catherine is the love of my life and I give her everything she needs or wants. Some may call it foolish, I call it adoration.
It has been 15 years since we last heard from Dimitrie, Cat has her new nightclub, and I have my partner, my children and a number of businesses all over the world. Life is good. Here's hoping it stays that way.
Age: 1200
Appearence:
Hometown: Milan, Italy
Family: Human family - long dead and forgotten
Vampire family:
The beautiful Catherine Bathory, my partner, and of course my children:
Eli Jones
Elizabeth Brown - deceased
Alex Maeder
Special Abilities: All the ones that come with being a very old vampire
Weapons of Choice: If I must fight, I have my strength and my cunning... and I'm not bad with a sword either.
Status: Vampire
History:
Long, long ago, when I was human, I was a priest. And I was a good priest. I had faith in my god and I had faith in my flock. It was not a bad life to live... though I suppose in hindsight religion was a little... over the top in those days. I myself admit to bigotry and prejudice in those days. Though I am quite different now.
I had been a priest for perhaps a decade when my life was suddenly changed. I hesitate to say 'ended' as I am clearly still here. But changed certainly. There had been rumours of a creature roaming the city. A vampire, feeding on the blood of the living. There was a part of me that didn't want to believe it, even being the man of god that I was, it didn't seem plausible that such a creature would exist in my city.
How very wrong I was.
He called himself Anghel, and I believe he was from what is now Romania. Anghel found me as I was walking home from the Church one night. I never did find out way he turned me. No matter how many times I have asked, he has never given me a straight answer. But turn me he did, and he taught me a great many things that changed me drastically... more so even than my transformation into a vampire.
For hundreds of years Anghel and I travelled together, killing and teaching me the ways of the vampire. And while we did kill for sport, Anghel was always very careful about who, how often, and where. There were hunters even back then, and it was never a good idea to draw attention to oneself.
Eventually, Anghel decided it was time I learned to fend for myself, and I agreed, exploration was needed. Though we always kept in touch... and I had to come to his rescue during a small debacle with Anghel's other childe, my younger 'sibling', Vlad Dracul III. Vlad was not very good at keeping a low profile and he had to be dealt to rather harshly... and now Anghel refuses to talk about it... it was a very embarassing time for him.
I myself have never regretted any of my children. My first was a young man who now calls himself Eli Jones. We crossed paths about 400 years ago. To me he seemed no more than a silly boy, though he was certainly a man. He was walking alone at night and I was hungry. But the more I drank from him, the more I felt like he deserved to live, but I had already taken too much. So I turned him. In truth I wasn't sure if it would work, I only knew how to do it in theory. But it did... and at first Eli was furious with me for taking his life from him. But after a while he came to forgive me, and we became very close friends.
Nearly two hundred years later he came to me with a young woman and a request. He had fallen in love with her and wanted to turn her, but he didn't want to try himself, for fear of killing her. So I turned her, and Elizabeth joined our little family. It wasn't to last, though. Some decades later, I discovered that Elizabeth and Eli had been set upon by other vampires, Eli had survived - barely - but Elizabeth had been killed. After hunting down the vampires responsible, and killing them very brutaly, Eli went his own way, claiming he needed space and time to think.
My third, and final, childe is a young man by the name of Alex Maeder. I found him dying in an alley some 80 years ago and felt compelled to save his life. He was immediately thankful, and after learning all he needed to survive, he left to travel. I suppose that is what young men do in the modern world. He sends letters, and I no doubt will see him soon enough... the second he gets into trouble, I imagine.
Other than my children, the most important vampire in my life is one Catherine Bathory. I met her at a party in Versailles, though I believe she was going by a different name then, along with her maker Dimitrie Petrescu. It surprised me that a woman like Cat would be with a man like Dimitrie, but I said nothing. I knew to be respectful of a vampire's maker... at first at least. I did convince her to leave her maker. I felt she was too dependant on the man, and he on her, and it would do her good to get out in the world... I won't deny my wanting to be with her had something to do with it as well.
I took her with me to Dublin and bought her a pub, deciding that if Cat could learn how to run a business, she would never need to be dependant on anyone, ever. Eventually, we moved back to America, and I bought her a pub in Chicago, so she could continue her business. And life was good until Dimitrie returned and literally tore her from my arms. As he was her maker, I couldn't deny him his childe, but i would be lying if I said it didn't infuriate me. While we were allowed to keep in contact, I was not allowed to see her and so I had Eli and Alex keep an eye on them, so that if Dimitrie were to get Cat into trouble - which I knew he would - then she would not be helpless.
Eventually Dimitrie's money problems became too severe and he came up with some ridiculous plan so kidnap a very old, very powerful vampire. Of course, everything backfired and Catherine ended up getting kidnapped in return. Dimitrie, being the dolt that he is, refused to pay the ransom so clever Cat had him ratted out. Finally finding out where exactly she was, I went in and got her myself, finding her severely injured from torture, with a piece of silver knife lodged in her rib cage. I took her to a friend of mine who once upon a time ws a doctor, and had him operate, knowing that I would not be able to kill her.
It broke my heart to hear her in so much pain, but it was worth it in the end to see her fully recover. She vowed never to see her maker again, a decision I didn't blame her for, and I took her to Nashville to make a life for the both of us there. We now live in a rather lavish home filled with servants and willing humans to feed on. Catherine is the love of my life and I give her everything she needs or wants. Some may call it foolish, I call it adoration.
It has been 15 years since we last heard from Dimitrie, Cat has her new nightclub, and I have my partner, my children and a number of businesses all over the world. Life is good. Here's hoping it stays that way.