Time: Dusk Location: Beach to street outside of The Pit Interaction: @AtomicNut - Lupin, @Alivefalling - Marceau
One terrible interaction with a single ruffian was not going to deter Helene or her insatiable curiosity. Before she could even lift herself up, a striking gentleman seemingly emerged from the shadows of her view and offered his assistance "My, aren't you a gentleman?" She smiled softly as she stood back up as if nothing had struck her in the first place. Whatever anger vanished in the face on the man before her, with a tone that reminded her an awful lot of her mother. She didn't have to wonder as the person introduced himself not only as another of her kind but also as the first. Her face appeared to light up with excitement as this chance encounter but was also hit by extreme humility. There were few even among vampires that her mother saw as her equal and Marceau was the only one she spoke of in a higher sense than herself.
The comment about danger slipped her mind completely in his presence as she followed his lead. Despite the giddiness she felt, she managed to hold her composure somewhat to answer his question. A flicker of hesitation shown in her eyes and the slightly agape lips as she was about to speak. What if he reported where she was back to her mother? That would disastrous! She had told Boris she would see him tomorrow! There were also so many other places to visit and people to meet! Not to mention she had yet to play her music in front of crowd! However, she could not bring herself to lie to Marceau. Helene had never successfully lied to her mother so how could she possibly do that now? "My name is Helene, of the Sinclaire clan, your grace." She performed a small curtsy as she spoke.
It was as if the average human had met the leader of their country...no, this exchange was more monumental to her. A child. That is what he called her and in comparison to him it was entirely accurate. Marceau had traveled the world over several centuries and had lived through events she had only read in books. A gallant, soaring albatross while she had only just managed to leave the nest. If the way she rubbed the back of her right hand with her left thumb was any indication, she was nervous talking to someone in which the difference between them seemed almost infinite.
It did not help as she overheard an individual around them speak of a strip club, that comment alone was enough to cause a light blush to rise in her cheeks. She had no idea that she had headed into THAT side of the town! Oh, mother would have her head if she was caught here! She had been so distracted by the bright lights and people that she had not put it all together. Was that what Marceau was here to protect her from! What Debauchery! Her eyes went semi-wide. What if Marceau was here for that same reason? After all, Vampires live forever but that doesn't stop their lust, right? Every thought inside her head was suddenly going wild and off in different directions. Even more than before, she began to panic about talking to Marceau "I assume you know of my mother..." The words seemed to trail off.
Time: Dusk Location: Beach to street outside of The Pit Interaction: @princess - Angel
Helene stared at ocean for some time after Boris had left, listening carefully to the ocean conduct its symphony. She thought there might be someone else on the other side of the world standing on the water's edge, listening to the same music. Two strange souls connected by a singular event unknown to either one. One could say that was what kept her sane all these years. With every stroke of her bow and every melodic note that escaped her lips she dreamed there was someone out there listening at the same time. From Beethoven to Rhianna, she practiced it all in a desperate attempt to understand what it meant to be a part of the world.
Enough time had been spent staring at the waves and she was ready to continue her night though she had no idea where to begin. Instead of being discouraged, she left the beach perked up ready to meet the unknown letting fate guide her. After wiping her feet of and slipping her black heels back on, she began to walk back into town to see what the night life was like. Every step her eyes scanned the people and places she came across. The further she got into town, the more she began to see those who were intoxicated or simply having a great time. Their behaviors were a surprise to say the least. Everything from a two people furiously making out in the alley to a drunken brawl out in the middle of the street. Helene watched them with fascination having been raised rather strictly.
Distracted by everything around her, there was no time to react as a brute of a man crashed into her at full force as she began to cross an alley "Out of my damn way!" He yelled harshly but with a intense fear in his voice. The hit was so strong it had knocked her into the street and onto her back letting a small cry of pain as it happened. The breath had been knocked out of her and pain enveloped her entire chest, but neither lasted long as she sat up and tried to get her bearings. The man, whoever he was, had kept running without hesitation as if chased by the hounds of hell. A stark contrast from her earlier interaction with Boris. A flicker of anger rose from her before quieting down. She would simply remember it for next time, if there was one.
Time: Dusk Location: Beach Interaction: @Kkushmar - Boris
"Yes." She said simply while nodding with glee as his response, a noticeable turn from his mood just moments before. Helene's expression of happiness did not change as she stood firmly in place as Boris got up, not a single flinch in her muscles as she stared up at the much larger figure. Russian was not her native tongue but it was of the several she could speak quite well, even if some slang completely slipped past her. This was going much better than she had expected and never once did it cross her mind what evil things Boris might have done in the past. She was far too concerned with the present and the future.
The curves of her smile did not falter for a second as Boris revealed himself as a werewolf and she laughed a little as he pointed at his nose "That is indeed a powerful tool you have." She said continuing to speak in Russian.
He then gave her a sight she would treasure. A smile directed at her. It was almost enough to warm the coldness of her un-beating heart. When he at last extended his hand, she took in a firm, but gentle handshake and marveled slightly at the difference between her soft, unblemished skin and the tough, rugged shape of his. It was almost as if his hands could tell their own story of hardship.
Distracted by this little detail, she almost did not hear his next words "Oh?" The cheer in her voice dropped noticeably as it reverted back to English as well, she had wanted to chat for longer. Unwilling to let Boris be bothered her small sadness, she looked on the bright side. She had met a person kind enough to giver her a name and a smile "I am glad I we met, Boris. I think I will stay here just a bit longer." It may have been silly, but simply saying his name was enough to spark her with joy.
Her full body turned towards the last, fading lights of the sunset listening to the quiet steps of Boris's large frame in the sand and eventually the grass. Already she had come to terms with the reality that this may be their first and only meeting. Helene gaze slowly began to sink from the sunset in the deep, endless ocean as the tops of her eyelids lowered in somber thoughts. The sound of Boris's voice was sweeter than any symphony as he invited her to return here once more. Turning her right shoulder to look back at him, with a bright eyes and a cheery smile "I would like that very much. I shall see you tomorrow then?" She asked the question in a way that he didn't need to respond with an actual answer.
When Boris had left and she believed herself alone, Helene inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. With only the sounds of the crashing waves to accompany her, she let herself relax before the time came to abandon this spot for now.
Time: Dusk Location: Beach Interaction: @Kkushmar - Boris
Helene had pressed three fingers against her lips at Boris's reaction to her presence, terrible as it may be she found it a bit funny. However, contrary to his thoughts she did not perceive him to be weak because she did not understand his position. Her mother had taught her to gather information before making a final judgement, one of her many life lessons.
Curiously she watched as his eyes scattered across the length of her body, as if to determine if his flight or fight response should kick in. How often she forgot she was not the same as other people no matter how many times she had to remind herself. Her head began to lower preparing to brace for disappointment of driving him away as she awaited his response. Did she get too close before announcing herself? He must think she had been so rude to request his name like that. Her eyes began to sink down towards the sand at her feet before she heard the most amazing word. Helene's chin perked right back up with an almost giddy smile she could not contain. Boris. While she could not pick-out the precise accent, it sounded simply marvelous to her ears having never heard something like it before.
If her heart beat, it would have skipped one or two as he flat out spoke her secret as she blinked twice with a stunned expression. It was not the statement but the bluntness in which it was said and without so much as an ounce of fear. Her mother had always instructed her status as a vampire was one that people either fear or hated. It was clear from his cursing that he was instead regretful. Did this mean that was not a human himself? The closer she looked at him the more she believed so, and the thought only made her more excited. Her mother would often speak of her dream of a world where witches, werewolves, and vampires were not persecuted and humans were not treated as mere objects. That bright optimism was tempered by years of observing, collecting, and processing information. Change happens slowly but sometimes the right step at the right time can make all the difference.
Immediately after his apology, Helene extended her hand down to him "Приятно познакомиться, Борис." translating roughly to Nice to meet you, Boris. Her voice adjusted slightly to meet the phonetics of the language, though her accent still persisted.
Helene didn't even attempt to deny his statement nor did she show any ill-will towards him for knowing. Briefly she flashed her teeth in a smile letting the fangs grow slightly in display before hide them once more behind her full lips "Do not be sorry. It is I who approached you and you were gracious enough to gift me your name." A thinly veiled excitement carried her voice, even if was just one name it was one more than she knew before in this new frontier. It gave her hope that there would others that gave her their name in such a generous way. Without fear. Without hatred. She wasn't looking to give him pity or charity, whether he deserved it or not. No, she was selfishly pushing herself into his life so that she may know someone in this new world of hers.
"If I am a vampire, what does that make you?" She asked coyly while trying to contain her smile.
Time: Dusk Location: The Witches Brew Interaction: Mentions @jetipster - Felix
When your entire life revolves around deception and illusions, you quickly develop a keen eye for anything out of the ordinary. For example, a young man that was perhaps placing eyes where he shouldn't. Either the coffee was reacting poorly with him, or there was something else that made him make a mad dash for the restroom. Whoever it was should have not been so hasty and covered their tracks better as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel the quiet whispers of a spells in the air, of which he determined its nature. How quaint. When the mysterious young warlock emerged from his ivory throne, Lucius burned what physical features he could see into his mind. The last one to have such a spooked reaction to him did not live very long because as is the case with most witches, they can't keep their curiosity to themselves. It would have been child's play to intercept the message right there and then, but his judgement decided against it.
Lucius watched silently as Felix left the witches brew and then returned to his journal, where he quickly finished up the last paragraph he had been writing. Without even a second thought, he rose from his seat and walked casually to the bin where he had watched the man throw away his coffee cup. It sat at the top of the rubbish pile, as he had been the last one to throw something away. His hand reached in and seized the cup in one fluid motion. Once in his hand, he turn the cup over to reveal exactly what he was looking for. Written in black sharpie was the name Felix "So that is your name. Kids these days..." He shook his head and left the coffee shop ignoring whatever strange looks he may have garnered. The opinion of a few meaningless pawns meant nothing to him.
He decided that it was time for him to return to his coven for the time being and simply wait for the opportune time to use the tracking spell. Lucius hoped that this Felix would be running to whomever he sent that message. The best case scenario would be if nothing came of this little incident, though he was at no real loss either way. A warlock test subject would be a great candidate for some for the more offensive and intrusive spells he had been developing. The vampire from the Bathory clan was too fresh and young to survive. It was a real pity nothing could be learned from her feeble body. If nothing else, Rachel might have the information he needed though he had yet to dig his roots in yet. A wicked smirk spread across his face.
Time: Dusk Location: Beach Interaction: @Kkushmar - Boris
"What a wonderful tune."
The sweet, feminine voice with a strong french accent spoke out from behind him a good fifteen feet away. Her snowy white hair blew gently with the ocean breeze, nearly matching the pale-pink color of her skin. She wore a black dress tailored to her slender form, decorated with lace and adorned by a silver-like necklace with a single, brilliant ruby gem. Helene had only arrived in Ember grove a couple hours ago and was staying in a motel until more she could acquire better accommodations, after all money was not an issue for her. Pinkish-red eyes that shined in the growing moonlight looked out towards the folding waves of the ocean as she slowly took steps towards him. She had only seen the ocean twice in her long lifetime and its mystery was still captivating and awe-inspiring.
A gentle smile creased her lips as she reached his side, standing just out of reach with her hands clasped in front of her "I hope I am not disturbing you, I simply find the ocean so...beautiful." The toes of her feet dug into the soft, cold sand turning her gaze down towards the man besides her. It did not take much observation to know he was not okay, though she had no idea of how to help. Did he even want her company? Helene hoped so. It had been so long since she had met someone new so she selfishly invaded his space. What was his name? Where did he come from? What food did he like? Did he like music? Her head were filled with so many questions it was difficult to keep from blurting them all out at once. He was hurting, and all she wanted to do was get acquainted.
She had spent so many years practicing her speeches and learning the nuances of other languages, but she couldn't come up with a way to carry the conversation further. Besides her isolation, there has never been a time in her life where she felt great pain or sadness...just a longing for the outside world. What was that feeling like? To feel such pain, such anguish? This man was suffering yet she couldn't help but wonder what made him feel like this in a strangely envious way. She pivoted slowly in the sand and faced him "Pardon my manners, my name is Helene. May I have yours?" She asked hopefully, a glint of cheer in her eyes and smile. Whatever darkness enveloped his heart, sharing a view such as this together is surely better than being alone.
Time: Dusk Location: The Witches Brew Interaction:
Lucius sat in the corner of the cafe with the best amount of lighting, a black leather-bound journal in front of him and hot cup of earl grey tea to the side. A pen gripped firmly in his right hand moved at brisk pace across the cream colored pages, filling it up entirely with Latin characters and a couple side-notes. This journal was the newest addition to his massive collection, each written during his time with one organization or another. Each was sealed with a powerful spell to prevent any curious eyes from seeing their contents. Writing being one of few hobbies he had, he enjoyed this quaint little shop and writing down his thoughts, what's he's done so far, and what his plans are.
Yesterday, he dragged a young vampire into the lands of one of the local werewolf clans and butchered him, making a detailed autopsy report in the previous page of this journal. His time with the Children of the Black Moon, while brief, has keep him entertained so far as has his role as a mentor for some of the younger witches. Slowly he has been sowing the seeds of distrust and malice between the Children of the Black Moon and the Le Coven Éclairé. With time they will sprout given careful nurturing, bearing the fruits of destruction. For now, he will keep parading around as a loyal member of the coven while investigating ways to foster animosity between the supernatural races here beyond the two covens.
He paused his writing for a moment to look at the other clientele of the cafe. A truly pitiful lot. Each one of them were soft and underdeveloped, cushioned by a society that would rather hide in the gutter than face their faults. It was impossible for him not to view the entire lot of them as nothing but children, wallowing in uncertainty without a sense of direction or purpose. That is why it was his duty to provide them with such, to expose them to hardships that will unlock their deepest potential. It was only a matter of time, and he had all the patience in the world. His tired eyes glanced out the window at the descending nightfall. Night, as Ember Grove knows, belongs to supernatural.
Lucius's personality is as ever changing to match his current goals and identity. At one time he could be a energetic, young man that wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand or a confused, old man at the end of his lifespan. Whatever the situation or his role demands Lucius can execute with credibility and sincerity. Rarely does he ever show what lies under the mask and it often does not end well for those who find out. Centuries of interacting with all kinds of people has allowed him to mimic their identities to near perfection, copying even their mannerism and quirks.
His current personality is one of a wizened elder seeking to educate the younger masses. Lucius goes out of his ways to explain the benefits of even the most forbidden spells and ways to avoid some of the potentially nasty side effects. He always appears to be in a rush to get from one location to another, but never failing to answer a question from one of his students. Those in need can go to him for advice without judgement and be confident that their conversation will stay between them. Despite his passion for teaching, he sometimes forgets rather menial things and can come off a tad disjointed. However, he never misses a single word when instructing others. Those who manage to ire him will find themselves receiving a not-so-subtle passive threat.
One of the quickest ways to ire him appear to be mishandling books and other important documents, especially relating to spells and witchcraft. He shows great pride in being a Warlock and encourages others to take pride in themselves as well. He is devoutly focused on experimenting with spells both old and new when not taking the time to teach others. Because he is always in a rush, those who try to talk with him when he's on the move will often receive quick, blunt responses. This is all but a fabrication to cover his true goals.
What lies underneath all the secrecy and deception is a man who is determined to set the world aflame. The ice in his veins and the lack of emotions in his eyes would put even the oldest of vampires to shame. He feels no companionship with his fellow witches or anyone for that matter. Without the mask lies a empty shell of what once was a person, a heart twisted by loss and hatred. It does not matter what the other person may feel, Lucius feels no remorse in murdering them or worse. Everything he does is to further a singular goal: an all-out war between vampires, witches, were-wolves, and humanity. He does this on the belief that conflict is the only way to progress as a species and is the only way that individuals can unlock their inner potential.
History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
The history of Lucius begins in a mansion located in central Italy, outside of the Roman capital. Born Lucius Axius Cecilianus to an influential senator and the leader of Rome's main coven at the time, Lucius was their first-born son and received an extensive education in both magic and politics. His parents were both passionate patriots of the Roman Empire and instilled this devotion into their son and subsequent children. His mother's coven was like most unknown to the public but a few, select individuals were allowed to know of their existence and that included Lucius's father. The coven supported the Empire from behinds the scenes and often used their knowledge of herbs to make non-magical medicines for use on the battlefield. A few even operated as field medics and prided themselves in their service they provided during battle. It was to his parents surprise when Lucius decided to enlist in the Roman Legionaries, but eventually was supported by both his parents. After all, he would be bringing glory to both their household and to Rome. His parents believed the experience and recognition he gained on the front would make him a better man and increased his position within Roman society. While his mother did fear somewhat for his safety, he was more prepared than most possessing an already extensive grasp of magic.
Lucius was barely 20 years of age when his Legion, under the command of general Marcus Claudius Fronto, was sent against the armies of Parthia. He found strength in the bonds formed with his fellow legionaries and was became well-respected in the legion as a skilled warrior and a brilliant leader. Rome was his mind, his soul, and his blood. An extravagant party was held at his mansion upon his return and greeted by everyone as a hero, save for his youngest brother. For whatever reason his youngest brother, named Manius Sornatius Cecilianus, did not possess the gifts of magic, creating a deep resentment towards his more successful eldest brother and magic in large. He did not believe that any of Lucius's accomplishments were valid and that the entire coven of witches was the source of Rome's slowly deteriorating state. While the rest of the family celebrated the return of the eldest son, the youngest had already been sewing the seeds of his plan.
After a brief respite, Lucius returned to active duty this time protecting the northern provinces of Rome against the increasingly dangerous Germanic Tribes. This time instead of the glorious victory achieved against Parthia, he fought a seemingly endless battle where many of his close friends lost their lives. During this time, his youngest brother was making his moves and moving up the political ladder of Roman society. At the same time, the current emperor Marcus Aurelius was increasing the persecution of Christians and other threats to Roman society. Manius managed to secure himself a position on the Senate with the support of his father. From there, he enacted his terrible plan. He made it know to Marcus Aurelius of the secret coven meddling in the affairs of the Roman State and convinced him that it was a grave threat to the very existence of Rome.
Thus, under the authority of the Emperor, Manius founded the one of the first hunter organizations named "Manus ab Imperatore", meaning "Hands of the Emperor", with its members being named "venatores" or simply hunters. Manius used his mother position as the head of the coven to research methods and ways to hunt down members of the coven. One by one, the venatores began to attack members of the coven often torturing them before ultimately ending their lives. Meanwhile, Lucius had become hardened from a decade of endless fighting and bloodshed. Three times his legion had encountered what the men had called "Berserkers" which he understood to be werewolves in reality. However, the name was still accurate as they would fly into a rage once they transformed due in part to a substance later known as Lupus Hydroxybutyrate. Three times he encountered these forces of nature and three times he survived by the skin of his teeth. The only reason his legion was alive was thanks to his knowledge of the beasts and how to take them down. He might have been promoted to Legate if not for his brother's betrayal.
Lucius's return from his many battles against the Germanic tribes was not met with the same reception as his first campaign. Weary of War, Lucius soon discovered that it had followed him home with his coven and family as its victims. Blood drenched the marble stone of his family home, his two younger sisters, father, and mother laid slain in the central courtyard. Manius emerged from the shadows along with his venatores surrounding Lucius and when the two locked eyes everything was clear. The youngest demanded the eldest to surrender, wanting to make a public example of him for the emperor. Manius quickly discovered that Lucius's skills and talents forged on the battlefield were not a mere product of magic. As the blade of Lucius's sword plunged into the his pleading brother's neck, the last lights of humanity of within him died. After dispatching Manius and his venatores, Lucius quickly prepared the ritual to resurrect his dead mother using the fresh heart from his brother as the sacrifice. Due to his haste and desperation, he was forced to end the suffering of the abomination that resulted from the botched spell.
Wracked by the loss of his family and his anger at Rome itself, Lucius assumed the form of Manius after dealing with his younger brother's remains by feeding it to the dog that would later become his only cherished possession. Lucius used his brother's position in his grand plan to bring the entire Roman Empire to its knees using the Manus ab Imperatore to carry out his wishes, transforming the hunters into agents independent of the Emperor. He had traded in his blade and shield for the weapons of subterfuge. Eventually, he was forced to retire his stolen image as he grew in age but did not slow down in his goal. All his patience and planning culminated in the fall of the Roman Empire in 476 after causing it to rot from the inside out. By then, Lucius had begun to see the necessity of conflict and its importance in forging great empires and great people when in truth he simply took great pleasure in turning people against each other. Lucius the protege Warlock and Legionaire was replaced by Lucius the Deceiver, a dark and twisted man that wanted to see the world burn in bloody war.
After the Empire's fall, Lucius further explored the mysteries and potential of forbidden spells with a great deal created by his hands and furthering his descent into darkness. He spent the next centuries sowing conflict and chaos in different countries and organizations across the world, always assuming a new identity to pursue his demented dreams. Over time it became his sole obsession and whatever remained of the Lucius before was long since dead. At last his actions and beliefs culminated in his grand vision of a global war fought between witches, vampires, werewolves, and humanity that would provide the next great leap in their evolution. Those who didn't survive this massive all-out war simply did not possess the strength to enter this enlightened era.
This had led him to Ember Grove and indirectly to the Children of the Black Moon. The large population of humans, werewolves, vampires, and witches seemed like the next step in his master plan. Lucius arrived in Ember Grove having already obtained United States citizenship a decade earlier and introduced himself to Rachel as Lucius, a wandering and weary Warlock that was looking to settle down and pass on his accumulated knowledge to the next generation of witches. Here the foundations of his life's work could be planted at last.
Lucius's personality is as ever changing to match his current goals and identity. At one time he could be a energetic, young man that wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand or a confused, old man at the end of his lifespan. Whatever the situation or his role demands Lucius can execute with credibility and sincerity. Rarely does he ever show what lies under the mask and it often does not end well for those who find out. Centuries of interacting with all kinds of people has allowed him to mimic their identities to near perfection, copying even their mannerism and quirks.
His current personality is one of a wizened elder seeking to educate the younger masses. Lucius goes out of his ways to explain the benefits of even the most forbidden spells and ways to avoid some of the potentially nasty side effects. He always appears to be in a rush to get from one location to another, but never failing to answer a question from one of his students. Those in need can go to him for advice without judgement and be confident that their conversation will stay between them. Despite his passion for teaching, he sometimes forgets rather menial things and can come off a tad disjointed. However, he never misses a single word when instructing others. Those who manage to ire him will find themselves receiving a not-so-subtle passive threat.
One of the quickest ways to ire him appear to be mishandling books and other important documents, especially relating to spells and witchcraft. He shows great pride in being a Warlock and encourages others to take pride in themselves as well. He is devoutly focused on experimenting with spells both old and new when not taking the time to teach others. Because he is always in a rush, those who try to talk with him when he's on the move will often receive quick, blunt responses. This is all but a fabrication to cover his true goals.
What lies underneath all the secrecy and deception is a man who is determined to set the world aflame. The ice in his veins and the lack of emotions in his eyes would put even the oldest of vampires to shame. He feels no companionship with his fellow witches or anyone for that matter. Without the mask lies a empty shell of what once was a person, a heart twisted by loss and hatred. It does not matter what the other person may feel, Lucius feels no remorse in murdering them or worse. Everything he does is to further a singular goal: an all-out war between vampires, witches, were-wolves, and humanity. He does this on the belief that conflict is the only way to progress as a species and is the only way that individuals can unlock their inner potential.
History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
The history of Lucius begins in a mansion located in central Italy, outside of the Roman capital. Born Lucius Axius Cecilianus to an influential senator and the leader of Rome's main coven at the time, Lucius was their first-born son and received an extensive education in both magic and politics. His parents were both passionate patriots of the Roman Empire and instilled this devotion into their son and subsequent children. His mother's coven was like most unknown to the public but a few, select individuals were allowed to know of their existence and that included Lucius's father. The coven supported the Empire from behinds the scenes and often used their knowledge of herbs to make non-magical medicines for use on the battlefield. A few even operated as field medics and prided themselves in their service they provided during battle. It was to his parents surprise when Lucius decided to enlist in the Roman Legionaries, but eventually was supported by both his parents. After all, he would be bringing glory to both their household and to Rome. His parents believed the experience and recognition he gained on the front would make him a better man and increased his position within Roman society. While his mother did fear somewhat for his safety, he was more prepared than most possessing an already extensive grasp of magic.
Lucius was barely 20 years of age when his Legion, under the command of general Marcus Claudius Fronto, was sent against the armies of Parthia. He found strength in the bonds formed with his fellow legionaries and was became well-respected in the legion as a skilled warrior and a brilliant leader. Rome was his mind, his soul, and his blood. An extravagant party was held at his mansion upon his return and greeted by everyone as a hero, save for his youngest brother. For whatever reason his youngest brother, named Manius Sornatius Cecilianus, did not possess the gifts of magic, creating a deep resentment towards his more successful eldest brother and magic in large. He did not believe that any of Lucius's accomplishments were valid and that the entire coven of witches was the source of Rome's slowly deteriorating state. While the rest of the family celebrated the return of the eldest son, the youngest had already been sewing the seeds of his plan.
After a brief respite, Lucius returned to active duty this time protecting the northern provinces of Rome against the increasingly dangerous Germanic Tribes. This time instead of the glorious victory achieved against Parthia, he fought a seemingly endless battle where many of his close friends lost their lives. During this time, his youngest brother was making his moves and moving up the political ladder of Roman society. At the same time, the current emperor Marcus Aurelius was increasing the persecution of Christians and other threats to Roman society. Manius managed to secure himself a position on the Senate with the support of his father. From there, he enacted his terrible plan. He made it know to Marcus Aurelius of the secret coven meddling in the affairs of the Roman State and convinced him that it was a grave threat to the very existence of Rome.
Thus, under the authority of the Emperor, Manius founded the one of the first hunter organizations named "Manus ab Imperatore", meaning "Hands of the Emperor", with its members being named "venatores" or simply hunters. Manius used his mother position as the head of the coven to research methods and ways to hunt down members of the coven. One by one, the venatores began to attack members of the coven often torturing them before ultimately ending their lives. Meanwhile, Lucius had become hardened from a decade of endless fighting and bloodshed. Three times his legion had encountered what the men had called "Berserkers" which he understood to be werewolves in reality. However, the name was still accurate as they would fly into a rage once they transformed due in part to a substance later known as Lupus Hydroxybutyrate. Three times he encountered these forces of nature and three times he survived by the skin of his teeth. The only reason his legion was alive was thanks to his knowledge of the beasts and how to take them down. He might have been promoted to Legate if not for his brother's betrayal.
Lucius's return from his many battles against the Germanic tribes was not met with the same reception as his first campaign. Weary of War, Lucius soon discovered that it had followed him home with his coven and family as its victims. Blood drenched the marble stone of his family home, his two younger sisters, father, and mother laid slain in the central courtyard. Manius emerged from the shadows along with his venatores surrounding Lucius and when the two locked eyes everything was clear. The youngest demanded the eldest to surrender, wanting to make a public example of him for the emperor. Manius quickly discovered that Lucius's skills and talents forged on the battlefield were not a mere product of magic. As the blade of Lucius's sword plunged into the his pleading brother's neck, the last lights of humanity of within him died. After dispatching Manius and his venatores, Lucius quickly prepared the ritual to resurrect his dead mother using the fresh heart from his brother as the sacrifice. Due to his haste and desperation, he was forced to end the suffering of the abomination that resulted from the botched spell.
Wracked by the loss of his family and his anger at Rome itself, Lucius assumed the form of Manius after dealing with his younger brother's remains by feeding it to the dog that would later become his only cherished possession. Lucius used his brother's position in his grand plan to bring the entire Roman Empire to its knees using the Manus ab Imperatore to carry out his wishes, transforming the hunters into agents independent of the Emperor. He had traded in his blade and shield for the weapons of subterfuge. Eventually, he was forced to retire his stolen image as he grew in age but did not slow down in his goal. All his patience and planning culminated in the fall of the Roman Empire in 476 after causing it to rot from the inside out. By then, Lucius had begun to see the necessity of conflict and its importance in forging great empires and great people when in truth he simply took great pleasure in turning people against each other. Lucius the protege Warlock and Legionaire was replaced by Lucius the Deceiver, a dark and twisted man that wanted to see the world burn in bloody war.
After the Empire's fall, Lucius further explored the mysteries and potential of forbidden spells with a great deal created by his hands and furthering his descent into darkness. He spent the next centuries sowing conflict and chaos in different countries and organizations across the world, always assuming a new identity to pursue his demented dreams. Over time it became his sole obsession and whatever remained of the Lucius before was long since dead. At last his actions and beliefs culminated in his grand vision of a global war fought between witches, vampires, werewolves, and humanity that would provide the next great leap in their evolution. Those who didn't survive this massive all-out war simply did not possess the strength to enter this enlightened era.
This had led him to Ember Grove and indirectly to the Children of the Black Moon. The large population of humans, werewolves, vampires, and witches seemed like the next step in his master plan. Lucius arrived in Ember Grove having already obtained United States citizenship a decade earlier and introduced himself to Rachel as Lucius, a wandering and weary Warlock that was looking to settle down and pass on his accumulated knowledge to the next generation of witches. Here the foundations of his life's work could be planted at last.
Lucius's personality is as ever changing to match his current goals and identity. At one time he could be a energetic, young man that wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand or a confused, old man at the end of his lifespan. Whatever the situation or his role demands Lucius can execute with credibility and sincerity. Rarely does he ever show what lies under the mask and it often does not end well for those who find out. Centuries of interacting with all kinds of people has allowed him to mimic their identities to near perfection, copying even their mannerism and quirks.
His current personality is one of a wizened elder seeking to educate the younger masses. Lucius goes out of his ways to explain the benefits of even the most forbidden spells and ways to avoid some of the potentially nasty side effects. He always appears to be in a rush to get from one location to another, but never failing to answer a question from one of his students. Those in need can go to him for advice without judgement and be confident that their conversation will stay between them. Despite his passion for teaching, he sometimes forgets rather menial things and can come off a tad disjointed. However, he never misses a single word when instructing others. Those who manage to ire him will find themselves receiving a not-so-subtle passive threat.
One of the quickest ways to ire him appear to be mishandling books and other important documents, especially relating to spells and witchcraft. He shows great pride in being a Warlock and encourages others to take pride in themselves as well. He is devoutly focused on experimenting with spells both old and new when not taking the time to teach others. Because he is always in a rush, those who try to talk with him when he's on the move will often receive quick, blunt responses. This is all but a fabrication to cover his true goals.
What lies underneath all the secrecy and deception is a man who is determined to set the world aflame. The ice in his veins and the lack of emotions in his eyes would put even the oldest of vampires to shame. He feels no companionship with his fellow witches or anyone for that matter. Without the mask lies a empty shell of what once was a person, a heart twisted by loss and hatred. It does not matter what the other person may feel, Lucius feels no remorse in murdering them or worse. Everything he does is to further a singular goal: an all-out war between vampires, witches, were-wolves, and humanity. He does this on the belief that conflict is the only way to progress as a species and is the only way that individuals can unlock their inner potential.
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The history of Lucius begins in a mansion located in central Italy, outside of the Roman capital. Born Lucius Axius Cecilianus to an influential senator and the leader of Rome's main coven at the time, Lucius was their first-born son and received an extensive education in both magic and politics. His parents were both passionate patriots of the Roman Empire and instilled this devotion into their son and subsequent children. His mother's coven was like most unknown to the public but a few, select individuals were allowed to know of their existence and that included Lucius's father. The coven supported the Empire from behinds the scenes and often used their knowledge of herbs to make non-magical medicines for use on the battlefield. A few even operated as field medics and prided themselves in their service they provided during battle. It was to his parents surprise when Lucius decided to enlist in the Roman Legionaries, but eventually was supported by both his parents. After all, he would be bringing glory to both their household and to Rome. His parents believed the experience and recognition he gained on the front would make him a better man and increased his position within Roman society. While his mother did fear somewhat for his safety, he was more prepared than most possessing an already extensive grasp of magic.
Lucius was barely 20 years of age when his Legion, under the command of general Marcus Claudius Fronto, was sent against the armies of Parthia. He found strength in the bonds formed with his fellow legionaries and was became well-respected in the legion as a skilled warrior and a brilliant leader. Rome was his mind, his soul, and his blood. An extravagant party was held at his mansion upon his return and greeted by everyone as a hero, save for his youngest brother. For whatever reason his youngest brother, named Manius Sornatius Cecilianus, did not possess the gifts of magic, creating a deep resentment towards his more successful eldest brother and magic in large. He did not believe that any of Lucius's accomplishments were valid and that the entire coven of witches was the source of Rome's slowly deteriorating state. While the rest of the family celebrated the return of the eldest son, the youngest had already been sewing the seeds of his plan.
After a brief respite, Lucius returned to active duty this time protecting the northern provinces of Rome against the increasingly dangerous Germanic Tribes. This time instead of the glorious victory achieved against Parthia, he fought a seemingly endless battle where many of his close friends lost their lives. During this time, his youngest brother was making his moves and moving up the political ladder of Roman society. At the same time, the current emperor Marcus Aurelius was increasing the persecution of Christians and other threats to Roman society. Manius managed to secure himself a position on the Senate with the support of his father. From there, he enacted his terrible plan. He made it know to Marcus Aurelius of the secret coven meddling in the affairs of the Roman State and convinced him that it was a grave threat to the very existence of Rome.
Thus, under the authority of the Emperor, Manius founded the one of the first hunter organizations named "Manus ab Imperatore", meaning "Hands of the Emperor", with its members being named "venatores" or simply hunters. Manius used his mother position as the head of the coven to research methods and ways to hunt down members of the coven. One by one, the venatores began to attack members of the coven often torturing them before ultimately ending their lives. Meanwhile, Lucius had become hardened from a decade of endless fighting and bloodshed. Three times his legion had encountered what the men had called "Berserkers" which he understood to be werewolves in reality. However, the name was still accurate as they would fly into a rage once they transformed due in part to a substance later known as Lupus Hydroxybutyrate. Three times he encountered these forces of nature and three times he survived by the skin of his teeth. The only reason his legion was alive was thanks to his knowledge of the beasts and how to take them down. He might have been promoted to Legate if not for his brother's betrayal.
Lucius's return from his many battles against the Germanic tribes was not met with the same reception as his first campaign. Weary of War, Lucius soon discovered that it had followed him home with his coven and family as its victims. Blood drenched the marble stone of his family home, his two younger sisters, father, and mother laid slain in the central courtyard. Manius emerged from the shadows along with his venatores surrounding Lucius and when the two locked eyes everything was clear. The youngest demanded the eldest to surrender, wanting to make a public example of him for the emperor. Manius quickly discovered that Lucius's skills and talents forged on the battlefield were not a mere product of magic. As the blade of Lucius's sword plunged into the his pleading brother's neck, the last lights of humanity of within him died. After dispatching Manius and his venatores, Lucius quickly prepared the ritual to resurrect his dead mother using the fresh heart from his brother as the sacrifice. Due to his haste and desperation, he was forced to end the suffering of the abomination that resulted from the botched spell.
Wracked by the loss of his family and his anger at Rome itself, Lucius assumed the form of Manius after dealing with his younger brother's remains by feeding it to the dog that would later become his only cherished possession. Lucius used his brother's position in his grand plan to bring the entire Roman Empire to its knees using the Manus ab Imperatore to carry out his wishes, transforming the hunters into agents independent of the Emperor. He had traded in his blade and shield for the weapons of subterfuge. Eventually, he was forced to retire his stolen image as he grew in age but did not slow down in his goal. All his patience and planning culminated in the fall of the Roman Empire in 476 after causing it to rot from the inside out. By then, Lucius had begun to see the necessity of conflict and its importance in forging great empires and great people when in truth he simply took great pleasure in turning people against each other. Lucius the protege Warlock and Legionaire was replaced by Lucius the Deceiver, a dark and twisted man that wanted to see the world burn in bloody war.
After the Empire's fall, Lucius further explored the mysteries and potential of forbidden spells with a great deal created by his hands and furthering his descent into darkness. He spent the next centuries sowing conflict and chaos in different countries and organizations across the world, always assuming a new identity to pursue his demented dreams. Over time it became his sole obsession and whatever remained of the Lucius before was long since dead. At last his actions and beliefs culminated in his grand vision of a global war fought between witches, vampires, werewolves, and humanity that would provide the next great leap in their evolution. Those who didn't survive this massive all-out war simply did not possess the strength to enter this enlightened era.
This had led him to Ember Grove and indirectly to the Children of the Black Moon. The large population of humans, werewolves, vampires, and witches seemed like the next step in his master plan. Lucius arrived in Ember Grove having already obtained United States citizenship a decade earlier and introduced himself to Rachel as Lucius, a wandering and weary Warlock that was looking to settle down and pass on his accumulated knowledge to the next generation of witches. Here the foundations of his life's work could be planted at last.
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