_{"Men are often just as monstrous as the monsters themselves."}

Sex

Male.

Age

Appears to be no more than twenty years old, but is in reality three centuries old.

Height

5'10.

Weight

198.76 lbs.

Species

Vampire.

Volunteered or Sentenced

Sentenced to join.

Physical Abnormalities

A thin almost imperceptible scar running down his left eye along with a deeper and more pronounced series of gashes running across his chest courtesy of a swipe from the Blood God's claws. As for the color of his eyes specifically, they have been likened unto twin furnaces which burn alluringly in the darkness.

Need To Know Information

• To combat the effects of sunlight Vitius generally wears very thick clothing, armor, and hoods to decrease his risk of exposure.
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• Thanks to his years as a member of the well trained contingent of guards assigned to the town of Ebongrove by Baron Corvus, his time in the Red Hoods, and his three additional centuries of watching the world change around him, Vitius is extremely skilled at sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat, along with a wide variety of other skills.
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• While originally a piercing blue in color, Vitius's eyes have changed to a flaming orange since his ingestion of demon blood hundreds of years ago. His overall appearance has become drastically more youthful as well, making him look like he did in his early twenties, though whether or not this is a side effect of the demon blood is unknown.
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• Vitius original sword was lost during his battle with an angry spirit while he and some other recruits were conducting their investigation of Fenwd, though he managed to replace it in due time with the Vǫrðrsbani Blade. A steel bastard sword inlaid with ancient runes, as well as two cerulean gems embedded in its hilt that glow when in the presence of incorporeal beings, signifying a release of the magic housed within. The very same magic that grants the blade its power both to harm and slay them. When not in the presence of such creatures however, the blade functions like a sword normally would, albeit without the fancy glow emitted by the runes and gems or the powerful magic.
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• Although he has consumed a great deal of blood over the years, human and animal alike, Vitius usually lets the memories passed along with his meals fade away into nothingness rather than holding onto them for extended periods of time. He does so out of a desire to avoid being burdened with their "luggage" as he calls it. There is one person whose memories he has kept over the years, however, that being Liros. His long since deceased friend and former brother in arms.

Special Abilities

Blood God's Curse: Due to a peculiar side effect of consuming demon blood, this particular bearer of the parasite must now deal with travelling between Hell and Tenebris at random times for the rest of their natural life. Although theoretically possible to master, and thus control, the current bearer of this curse has not yet found a way to do so for the three-hundred years they have been alive. This makes the prospects of any fledgling vampires learning to bring it under their control, should they even acquire such an ability in the first place, highly improbable if not impossible.

Initiates: A Brief(ish) History

Leech. Bloodsucker. Monster. Vitius was never the most trusted member of the Hoods, as the many names he was given during the duration of his forced servitude and the chains he was escorted to the Keep in clearly shows. Viewed with more suspicion than most of the other initiates-even those that were supernatural beings in their own right-Vitius had it tough from day one, and an ever growing feud with fellow initiate Colin only made matters worse. Despite all of this however, Dragomir managed to pass the Hoods initiation trial and earn his Yellow Hood, thus securing his place as a member of their order...

For the time being anyway.

It wasn't long before he was sent on his first mission with some of the other recruits, the group having been tasked with investigating the strange goings on in the quiet village of Traffyn Fenwd. Coincidentally it was this mission that helped seal his eventual desertion from the Hoods as while there one of the members of his team ran off, never to be seen or heard from again. And while the blame was not publicly cast on Vitius within the Hoods themselves upon his groups return, the suspicion that he had drained his missing colleague and left their bloodless corpse lying in a ditch somewhere still remained, making life back at the keep in Duncaster even harder than it was before. He persevered, however, attempting to gradually change the Hoods draconic views on people like him from within until he eventually gave up, believing that they were too set in their ways and thus had to be destroyed instead. Thus he turned deserter and fled the keep during the middle of the night, taking what little personal effects he owned with him before quickly making his way back to the Crimson Heights.

Back to Ebongrove.

From there he met up with his old comrade and close friend Liro, the two of them beginning to plan their impromptu war against the Hoods. Using gorilla tactics, the two systematically eliminated multiple Red Hood patrols and squadrons, covering their tracks each time to prevent discovery. Then, just when everything seemed to be going well in their yearlong conflict, the Hoods suddenly disbanded. It was as though they had completely lost the will to fight, let alone exist as an order. Finding himself without an enemy to fight or a righteous cause to champion, Vitius felt extremely relieved and lost in equal measure. Relieved that he'd finally removed their influence from the land, and could finally begin to help those who were afflicted as he was, and lost because this overwhelmingly powerful force he'd been so adamant on destroying for so many years had just... given up. Left him with nothing toward which he could direct his efforts. Liro on the other hand, was just happy that he could sit back, grab a mug of ale, and finally catch up with an old friend. An attitude that helped anchor Vitius greatly as he pondered his next move.

This peace would not last long though. For several years later a small coven of vampires living in the craggy mountains surrounding Ebongrove began conducting a ritual to summon their so called "Blood God", a demonic entity they believed to be the progenitor of the vampiric parasite and thus their species as a whole. The tenuous accuracy of this claim aside, Vitius and Liro soon caught wind of what they were trying to do and decided to stop them, not wishing to face the prospect of a demonic invasion no matter how insignificant or unlikely it seemed. So gearing up the duo ventured deep into the mountains via a secret path revealed to them by a member of the coven, whom they'd captured when it had come down into the valley to feed, whereupon the search for the hideout truly began. After several hours of looking the pair finally found a small, damp, cave the group was using as a base and ventured inside. They were, much to their horror, too late to halt the ritual and were therefore forced to watch in anxious anticipation as the beast slowly clawed its way out of the blood red portal that had been opened in the very stone beneath their feet.

Thus, when it had fully emerged, the two were joined in combat with the creature and its followers. It was a long and bloody fight, but one that ultimately left the two victorious, albeit at a cost. It also left Vitius with his first real taste of a demon's blood, as he had latched onto its throat during the fight. Liro was mortally wounded during the scuffle, however, prompting Vitius to drink his blood in order to preserve his friend's final memories. With this done Vitius buried Liro just outside the entrance to the path they'd taken to get there, taking a moment to pay what respects he could before silently trekking back to the valley below. With the coven destroyed and it's demonic master slain, Vitius once again found himself at a loss, but this time without anyone to help him find his way in the world, to serve as his anchor. So he wandered far and wide for the next three centuries, feeding only when necessary and subtly changing peoples opinions towards monsters whenever and wherever he could. During this time he acquired a plethora of new skills while also dealing with a new development in his life, that being his sudden procurement of the Blood God's ability to jump or "shift" between Tenebris and Hell, albeit at completely random intervals.

But despite numerous setbacks Vitius soldiered on, bearing the sudden shifts between Hell and the material plane as best he could while he made his way to Duncaster for reasons unknown. The trip went well at first, as he was covering quite a bit of ground in a very short period of time, before an unexpected planar shift threw a wrench into his plans. This one wasn't like the others, however, as it lasted for much longer than he had anticipated, forcing him to wander the depths of Hell for what seemed like months before he was finally returned. Only this time Vitius wasn't in Duncaster but a tavern, and an unfamiliar one at that. Seeing no immediate solution to his situation, he decided to stick around in the hopes of finding out just where the hell he was.