Vampire template:
Name: Lord Bedivere of Sinews
Age: 1547
Appearance(s):
When you were turned: At the fall of Camelot.
Weapons:
Though he has amassed a few weapons collected throughout the years: a variety of swords and ranged weaponry. Although he prefers not to use them as they are far, far to precious to use in combat. Instead he prefers to use the legendary longsword which had long since been corrupted: Excalibur. In times past, it was rumored to have blinded the enemies of the king with light as it was drawn, but now it blinds the enemies of the vampire by extinguishing light around it by emanating a thick darkness from its blade. It is also an unbreakable blade, with an edge which never wears, no matter how long has the centuries been.
Powers:
Pallor of the LakeTHe myth of vampire being unable to cross running water does not apply here, Being bitten by the lady of the lake has allowed Bedivere to travel instantaneously through any sufficiently large body of water. He may also breathe water, walk upon water as if it were solid land, and in lieu of requiring to rest within a coffin, he may simply submerge himself in water to fulfill the requirement to maintain his powers.
Perfect DarknessIn the evening, Bedivere gains strength, speed and stamina inversely related upon the intensity of light around him. Furthermore, Of the non-magical metals, only silver causes lasting injuries, all others will merely fail to cause harm as the wounds close up. Finally, he may shape shift into one of four various forms as he pleases. In the daylight hours, he is comparatively weaker if exposed to sunlight.
Immortal BloodDependent upon his feeding, Bedivere can appear younger and only requires blood for sustenance. If he feeds upon a living being, then they become more susceptible to his dark suggestion and by the third feeding be completely enthralled to his command. Lastly, he may pass on the lineage the vampire by completely engorging himself upon the blood of a thrall at sunset, killing them in the process and resurrecting them as vampires by the sunrise.
Personality: A man of honor, Bedivere has undoubted twisted the chivalrous image of the gentleman into something far more wicked. At face value, he is an eloquent, charismatic figure, yet his mindless thrall think of him the same. He harbors a patronizing view towards humanity, seeing them as nothing more than animals to be fed upon as history has proven to him. Although he is a man of his word, such that he keeps well on his promises, although interoperation is of course subject to change. Bedivere enjoys painting, literature, sculpting and is a fine connoisseur of blood. Through the years he has also gained a penchant for collecting be it books for his personal library, currency or weapons from the time periods amongst other quirks such as collecting thrall. He also funds “archeological” expeditions and quests to add to his collection.
Bio:
The stories are more than legends, and every tale is not as it seems.
Bedivere was born in the late 5th century, an esteemed knight serving under a king who had ruled justly and fairly over the land. This is not where the story begins, but rather where one story ended. As in the fall of his great king, Bedivere could not bring himself to fulfill the request of his dying liege as he alone stood kneeling at side of his lord. The kingdom was crumbling, and king had requested that his blessed sword would be cast into a lake. What madness was this? To cast aside such a majestic relic which could so easily unite the kingdom once more from these foreign invaders and internal corruption was utterly beyond comprehension. Nevertheless, bound by his oath of chivalry, he fulfilled his lord’s last wish and made his way to the lake in his final quest for his fallen king, brotherhood and kingdom. And when he stood atop his boat to drop sword into the waters deepest, therein he saw the pale white hand reach out and grasped the blade to claim it before disappearing into the mist.
Or so the legend goes.
In truth, the hand did grasp the blade and startled him, as a pale white lady emerged from the lake, dressed in an ethereal gown before him. This was the lady of the lake, and where the story truly begins. As she grasped the sword, her beauty entrance Bedivere, who leaned towards her drawn by her airs. But this was one fatal flaw, for the lady of the lake was a daughter of the night and by the time her smile revealed her fangs, it was too late.
So Bedivere awoke, unsure if it was dream or nightmare, but found himself unnatural thirst. He had become a child of the night himself, for that was the deal the king had made with the pale lady: A kingdom and life eternal for a single drink of royal blood and the promise of blood tributes for her when he had conquered all the realm. As such, this pact was now transferred and bound to Bedivere.
And this is where the legend continues.
Ever since his rebirth, Bedivere had changed to those who formerly knew the good sir knight. He had become a twisted man, losing color in his flesh and hair as he withdrew himself into the empty castle halls of his former fellows. No other knights were ever seen, save for him, such that they all thought he the last survivor who merely aged from the fall of the land as it decayed. In time, his disappearance and the foreboding appearance of the overgrown keep made whispers to the story. They said Bedivere was a warlock and practiced the dark arts, trained by the king’s treacherous cousin, which felled his king. They said it was not he who tossed the sword into the waters but another noble knight. They said it was he who was responsible for the death of the land evident from the ruination sprawling from the castle. And in truth, perhaps he was.
This is where the legend ends.
Amongst the most long-lived of the vampires, Bedivere has grown quite bored with the world. He has merely retreated to the ruins of the old castle buried beneath the centuries only to seek out prey for his hobbies and dining purposes. He keeps his halls as original as possible, never having moved any relic of the past in memory of a time when the halls were once alive with the chatter of men he called brothers. He had watched society progress through the ages. When he was active and used his dark gift, he served the countless kings and lords which lay claim to the legacy of the old king. He had engorged himself upon the blood of the Viking raiders, fought against the Norman Kings, and watched as the island wither in plague only to be unified through ages of kings and queens through blood, roses, and warfare in the rise of the Tudors. He saw Britannia expand to new and distant lands in the Far East and west, building upon itself a glorious empire. Yet, it too fell, by rebellion, revolts and revolution. Yes, blood stains were everywhere in the course of human history, and there was Bedivere to drink it up.
It was interesting then, when just before the turn of the 20th century, he came into contact with a particular vampire, one who claimed to have sired many of their kind. This vampire lord was interested in a particular Carfax Abbey, and bringing his blood business to England not expecting there to have been another vampire noble already established himself there. And while Bedivere was powerful, the other lord’s mastery of the vampiric abilities was far superior than his own, to which he was forced to kneel and swear fealty to serve under the vampire lord and his lineage in exchange for his unlife and further training to unlock the true power of the vampire. He had traded one king for another, one brotherhood for another, one title for another. No longer was he Sir Bedivere, he was now known as Lord Bedivere, Lord Marshall of Dracula. And with his immortality Bedivere saw it all: the great war they claimed to end all wars as a struggle between the nations, only to be humored as another war broke forth in the ages of man. And now they dared to bring the war against the vampire. Foolishness and repetition was all he saw in the species he once dared belong to. He traded his humanity for enlightenment, they were prey: stupid, ignorant prey.
And yet now, they had proven themselves capable of quelling the superior race. Of which Bedivere could hardly believe that mere humans could be capable of such a deed and overwhelm them. Perhaps the prey was not as guileless as once thought, and perhaps then not all Vampires were made equal. No, some where stronger than others, and only the strong few could lead them out of the darkness. No longer a mere knight or Lord marshal. Bedivere shall claim the throne and reign over them all as long since his due, Arthur shall bow before him as would all vampires, humans and everything else which dares to follow his rule and vision of utopia.
Only larger fangs and large leathery wings coming from her back.
