Venator found himself rocking gently in a cushioned oak chair on the porch of a small home centered in the middle of an endless field. Out across the lush expanse of bright green grass there sat a single tree. Underneath the lowest limb of the tree sat a small wooden swing supported by two strands of rope tied securely around the branch. On the swing sat a young boy with bright orange hair much like Venators. The child’s face had many resemblances to his own and it was quickly apparent to him that the boy was his child. Behind the boy was a slightly older girl with strawberry blonde hair who pushed the swing for him since his feet could not yet touch the ground. The pair’s resemblance made it clear that she must be the first child’s older sister and in turn Venator’s daughter.
There were small clues that initially tipped Venator off that he was dreaming, but the sight of children belonging to him was more than enough proof. After being alive for so long lucidity had become commonplace in his dreams and he rarely had a dream without realizing it anymore. Most times he would change the subject of his dream to something he found more appealing, but this was a rare occasion. This dream was just fine the way it was and so he leaned back into the comfort of his rocking chair and soaked in the relaxing environment of his imagination. A few moments passed in his blissful mental world before an unfamiliar voice caught his attention. It was from inside the house and was unmistakably coming from a woman. “Ven, oh Ven?” she said, getting closer to the home's entrance as she spoke.
Venator turned and looked back towards the door, intrigued to find out what his mind had established as his wife. However, just before she poked her head into view, reality came crashing through with a splash of cold water.
“Wake up rat!” shouted the grungy looking man standing in front of Venator, now-empty bucket in hand.
“I was actually quite enjoying that dream you slimy little filth” Venator said, more sorrow in his voice than aggression.
“Call me whatever you want bloodbag but once my masters done with you I’ll be the one laughing.” The man replied, setting the bucket down in the corner of the cell.
Venator took the brief moment to analyze his current situation. He knew he was chained up pretty well and that was already enough of a problem, but to make matters worse the strangers choice of words made a few other major details immediately apparent. His captors or captor was most certainly one of the monsters he had been preparing to exterminate for the last two hundred years. By referring to it as his “master” he had made it clear to Venator that he was merely a thrall to the beast. A pawn of little worth.
Venator made up his mind quickly. He decided that despite his constant training for most of his lifetime, a little more practice could never hurt. This, combined with how the man had ruined such a peaceful dream, resulted in Venator concluding that he would kill the pathetic whelp.
Without saying another word Venator turned his head to the side and bit down hard on his own shoulder until he drew blood. It was then that his body began to produce blood at alarming rate as Venator drew a large amount from the cut onto the floor where it slowly began to pool. Then with nothing more than a glance up at his target Venator pulled the crimson puddle up into a thick spike that tore into the ugly little man's chest with ease. Venator retreated the thorn back into the miniscule maroon pond beneath his feet and the body in front of him toppled off to the side. He then slowly washed the body off into the far corner of the cell, so he would no longer be forced into its unattractive presence, and emptied the contaminated blood down the prison cell's drain.
Satisfied with a job well done and a nuisance removed, Venator did his best to relax for the time being. He glanced out of his cell across to the next pair of iron bars. Much to his surprise there was another captive chained opposite of him who had just witnessed the whole ordeal. The man sat agape, his stare fixed frighteningly on Venator. Not really knowing how to address the individual Venator simply smiled, shrugged, and nonchalantly diverted his attention back to the floor in an attempt to avoid further awkward eye contact.
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So what do I do? Or should I just hold off on my intro until the escape/ gathering is underway?
Question: Am I able to escape Vlad's complex and start getting involved with the other characters, or am I indefinitely trapped here for a while? (still haven't made my intro post yet)
Okay I changed it to Vlad's complex, I'll have him wake up in the intro post
Question: Am I able to escape and start getting involved with the other characters, or am I indefinitely trapped here for a while?
Question: Am I able to escape and start getting involved with the other characters, or am I indefinitely trapped here for a while?
Okey dokey then! Will you need me to write up how he got there, or would you rather just assume he ended up there in the same fashion as the others?
Name: Venator Elyota (Often goes by Ven)
Age: 286 (looks to be in his early 20’s)
Gender: Male
Race: Hemokinetic Human
Hunter/Imprisoned: Hunter (Specifically vampires, if other supernaturals do not intend to harm him, he will not target them)
Location: Vlad's Complex
Weapons: his only “weapon” is actually just a method of defense against supernatural beings. It is a necklace his father used to own. The necklace is a simple silver chain with a red pendant in the shape of a blood drop. On the back of the pendant there is a latin inscription that reads “May this single drop protect you from those who would steer you from your path”. The amulet prevents Venator from being easily seduced by sirens or succubae.
Appearance:
Personality: In the grand scope of things Venator is quite a kind and caring individual. However, he refuses to create lasting relationships with other humans because he understands that he will certainly outlive anyone he grows to care deeply for. Venator tends to keep to himself and will usually not speak unless spoken to. Despite having centuries of wisdom under his belt, Venator still has many years ahead of him and understands that simply enjoying life is incredibly rewarding. This insight has resulted in him keeping the same lively and cheerful attitude that he had as kid. Venator has always had a soft spot for young children and, back when he still lived within the town, would often ignore his daily plans just for the sake of running around carefree with the kids in the neighborhood. It has been a long time since those days, but his centuries of seclusion and study have taken nothing away from his youthful spirit. Alas Venator’s life is not all smiles and peace for the driving force behind his goal is pure hatred and revenge.
Relationship:
Bio: Almost three decades ago Venator was born to Aldus and Elisabeth Elyota in the very town he now resides just outside of. Venator was the last born child of a dying breed. His father, having left his old life behind to settle down peacefully with the human he fell in love with, was the only surviving member of his ancient clan. The bloodline of his clan was deeply intertwined with the strong magic of the ancient world blessing all members and their descendants with Hemokinesis and unnaturally long life. The old generations of his people were often referred to as “blood mages” and the majority existed peacefully among normal men. However, as time passed more corrupt beings caught wind of their existence.
These man turned monsters were known as vampires and sought out the fresh blood of men wherever they went. To a vampire the ancient and magical blood of a hemokinetic human was like a rare wine of insurmountable value. His people were soon hunted like animals and with most of his kin never having need for their powers; they were too weak and unprepared to defend against such evil. It was not long until just a handful remained. It was then that Aldus fled his homeland in search of a place far away from the predators. It was here that he ended up and started a new life by sealing away all remnants of his old life behind lock and key.
Venator’s mother died from complications of his birth, but his father never blamed him for that. Instead Aldus did his best to be a cheerful and caring father despite the millennia of sad events that haunted his memories…but it was only a matter of time.
An evil with nothing to stand against it will only continue to grow and it was not long before the bloodsucking creatures found their way into every part of the world. When Aldus discovered that vampires had been within the town he acted quickly to save his son. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before they weeded him out he decided to run. Aldus took Venator to the home of their family friends late one night and handed them a letter and key instructing them to give both to Venator on his 18th birthday as he would not be coming back.
Venator missed his father greatly, but was not unhappy living with the neighbors. They were a gentle old couple with children of their own who had long since left the nest. Venator became the helping hands of the household constantly doing chores to make their lives easier. In return they raised him as one of their own.
When Venator’s 18th birthday rolled around they did as they were instructed and gave Venator the letter and key. Seconds after reading the note Venator ran off to his old home residing in the rural outskirts of town. Once he got there he headed straight for his fathers room. After pushing an old oak dresser from the wall he revealed a keyhole sitting dead center in the wood. Turning the key took quite a bit of effort, but the mechanism preformed as intended and the wall dropped down a few inches and then slowly slid to the right. Behind was a large room that had clearly not been touched in ages.
The room was covered from wall to wall in bookshelves that were completely filled. Venator did not know at the time but this personal library contained every piece of his kin’s history in many different languages. There were letters, journals, diaries, and every possible type of historical text filed into the shelves. In the center of the room there was a small round table with a necklace and a tiny piece of parchment on top. Venator walked over to the table and looked down at the paper, which had one line of text written on it:
Read them, all of them. Do not worry you will have the time. ---Your Father, Aldus
It was on that day that Venator began preparing for the goal his father had set before him. He would strive to become stronger than any before him and turn the hunted into the hunter.
Present day: Venator has decided to being hunting the very beasts the cleaned his people from the planet. He made one last entry in his journal before placing it on one of the bookshelves with whatever else remained of his clans written history. Venator left the room and sealed the door back the way it had been the day he first discovered the library. He walked outside and shut the door behind him, never to return unless
“They thrive for my blood, so I shall give it to them”- The last line in the journal of Venator Elyota
Other: His father named him Venator because it is the latin word for Hunter
NO MORE
Age: 286 (looks to be in his early 20’s)
Gender: Male
Race: Hemokinetic Human
Hunter/Imprisoned: Hunter (Specifically vampires, if other supernaturals do not intend to harm him, he will not target them)
Location: Vlad's Complex
Weapons: his only “weapon” is actually just a method of defense against supernatural beings. It is a necklace his father used to own. The necklace is a simple silver chain with a red pendant in the shape of a blood drop. On the back of the pendant there is a latin inscription that reads “May this single drop protect you from those who would steer you from your path”. The amulet prevents Venator from being easily seduced by sirens or succubae.
Appearance:
Personality: In the grand scope of things Venator is quite a kind and caring individual. However, he refuses to create lasting relationships with other humans because he understands that he will certainly outlive anyone he grows to care deeply for. Venator tends to keep to himself and will usually not speak unless spoken to. Despite having centuries of wisdom under his belt, Venator still has many years ahead of him and understands that simply enjoying life is incredibly rewarding. This insight has resulted in him keeping the same lively and cheerful attitude that he had as kid. Venator has always had a soft spot for young children and, back when he still lived within the town, would often ignore his daily plans just for the sake of running around carefree with the kids in the neighborhood. It has been a long time since those days, but his centuries of seclusion and study have taken nothing away from his youthful spirit. Alas Venator’s life is not all smiles and peace for the driving force behind his goal is pure hatred and revenge.
Relationship:
Bio: Almost three decades ago Venator was born to Aldus and Elisabeth Elyota in the very town he now resides just outside of. Venator was the last born child of a dying breed. His father, having left his old life behind to settle down peacefully with the human he fell in love with, was the only surviving member of his ancient clan. The bloodline of his clan was deeply intertwined with the strong magic of the ancient world blessing all members and their descendants with Hemokinesis and unnaturally long life. The old generations of his people were often referred to as “blood mages” and the majority existed peacefully among normal men. However, as time passed more corrupt beings caught wind of their existence.
These man turned monsters were known as vampires and sought out the fresh blood of men wherever they went. To a vampire the ancient and magical blood of a hemokinetic human was like a rare wine of insurmountable value. His people were soon hunted like animals and with most of his kin never having need for their powers; they were too weak and unprepared to defend against such evil. It was not long until just a handful remained. It was then that Aldus fled his homeland in search of a place far away from the predators. It was here that he ended up and started a new life by sealing away all remnants of his old life behind lock and key.
Venator’s mother died from complications of his birth, but his father never blamed him for that. Instead Aldus did his best to be a cheerful and caring father despite the millennia of sad events that haunted his memories…but it was only a matter of time.
An evil with nothing to stand against it will only continue to grow and it was not long before the bloodsucking creatures found their way into every part of the world. When Aldus discovered that vampires had been within the town he acted quickly to save his son. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before they weeded him out he decided to run. Aldus took Venator to the home of their family friends late one night and handed them a letter and key instructing them to give both to Venator on his 18th birthday as he would not be coming back.
Venator missed his father greatly, but was not unhappy living with the neighbors. They were a gentle old couple with children of their own who had long since left the nest. Venator became the helping hands of the household constantly doing chores to make their lives easier. In return they raised him as one of their own.
When Venator’s 18th birthday rolled around they did as they were instructed and gave Venator the letter and key. Seconds after reading the note Venator ran off to his old home residing in the rural outskirts of town. Once he got there he headed straight for his fathers room. After pushing an old oak dresser from the wall he revealed a keyhole sitting dead center in the wood. Turning the key took quite a bit of effort, but the mechanism preformed as intended and the wall dropped down a few inches and then slowly slid to the right. Behind was a large room that had clearly not been touched in ages.
The room was covered from wall to wall in bookshelves that were completely filled. Venator did not know at the time but this personal library contained every piece of his kin’s history in many different languages. There were letters, journals, diaries, and every possible type of historical text filed into the shelves. In the center of the room there was a small round table with a necklace and a tiny piece of parchment on top. Venator walked over to the table and looked down at the paper, which had one line of text written on it:
Read them, all of them. Do not worry you will have the time. ---Your Father, Aldus
It was on that day that Venator began preparing for the goal his father had set before him. He would strive to become stronger than any before him and turn the hunted into the hunter.
Present day: Venator has decided to being hunting the very beasts the cleaned his people from the planet. He made one last entry in his journal before placing it on one of the bookshelves with whatever else remained of his clans written history. Venator left the room and sealed the door back the way it had been the day he first discovered the library. He walked outside and shut the door behind him, never to return unless
“They thrive for my blood, so I shall give it to them”- The last line in the journal of Venator Elyota
Other: His father named him Venator because it is the latin word for Hunter
NO MORE
T_T I found you guys...I was lost in infinite nothing for a few seconds there and I got really scared.
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