Full Name: Shashous-Throth
Nickames/Alias/AKA: The Magna Pater
Age: 1,107
Gender: Male
Class: Monster
Race: Primal Vampire
Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two winged arms and a long, powerful tail. The middle claw on each forepaw is eight inches long and razor sharp. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. From snout to tail base, it is a little less than eight feet long. The tail is twelve feet. It weighs in at about five-hundred pounds, as much as a tiger.
Average lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.
Abilities: Limited flight, tremendous strength and speed, keen hearing, sonar, and heat pits. Its sense of smell is of such magnitude that it can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey. Excels in stealth hunting and close combat. Is far more clever that it looks. Can quickly regenerate from wounds by drinking blood. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much blood is consumed, I.E one pound of blood to replace one pound of damaged tissue. Its body mucous and saliva contains cytotoxic and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations. The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar. Due to its limited wingspan it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.
Behavior: Shashous-Throth is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night. It makes no noise, has no mercy, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. But it is shy, and it despises the light. Shashous-Throth prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available. It never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This often leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.
History: Once in a millennium does a creature born of vampires enter this world, a monstrosity known as the "Magna Pater". The prodigal ancestor, the true genesis, ancient and terrible. In this lifetime does a special one exist. The most dreadful of its kind to have ever lived. It resides deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.
Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6asBlPR6Be8
