The Road To Hell

The Cast List of the Road to Hell

Name: Morrigan LeFay/Selene Johenson/Pandora/Chaos
Age: centuries, but seems 24
Gender: Female
Race: Cursed Goddess.
Powers: Shadow magic, control over creatures known as NIghtmares, and souls. Can take souls out of hte void, thus plucking them from death...Chaos powers...
BIo: Sister of the God Pan, she was born without Chaos powers. Loved and spoiled by her parents, she was the golden child of the Gods of Chaos and Calamity. Kind and happy by nature, she adored her brother Pan, whom she saw as a protector and someone to be respected. And for awhile, he was a good elder brother, guiding her, teaching her. Until he decided to betray her. His powers of Chaos blossomed, and twisted him. By then Pandora was growing into a beautiful young woman, headstrong and adventurous. She had made friends with a pair of sibling devils in a compound dedecated to hunting vampires, and only flourished more as she came to love one of the brothers with all her heart. Then one dark day, Pan told his sister he had a present for her, she followed him like a lamb to slaughter. He forced her to accept Chaos, and released his terrified sister onto the very place she treasured, berserk with the unfamiliar power. THe result was terrible, as she slaughtered everyone one by one, her heart screaming even as her powers sizzled, flamed, and destroyed. All but one. For reasons she could not explain, she left one survive, her lover's brother, alone in a sea of blood and flame. But the creature Pan had created was uncontrollable, and Chaos took over, slaughtering everything in her path. In an effort to destroy her, her brother and several powerful mages sealed her powers within a human shell, and the entity Selene was created. SOme of that power must have remained however, for she attracted the notice of a vampire, who turned her unintentionally. Morrigan arose from that nightmare, cold, cruel, and powerful. She seeks to release her captured form, and return to her former glory.
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Selene
CHaos

Name: Rayna Ferth
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Powers: 'Find' 'Call' and 'Hold', mental strings that she can cast out at will, although not always seen, that can capture a target, and bring things to her, as well as finding anything she choses.
Bio: Rayna was born and raised in a small mountain village, with a single older sister, and her overworked, miserly parents. To them, she was a disappointment, her sister was everything they'd hoped for while Rayna was not. Despite their scorn for her, she loved her sister more than anything else, admired her, and they were as close as siblings could possibly be, except for one thing. The elder girl longed to be free from the confines of her backwater town, and one cold spring morning, in Rayna's fifth year, she disappeared, trying to escape to someplace else, and was never seen again.
Rayna was devastated that Lin hadn't thought to take her younger sibling with her. She became a pale shadow of her former self, although she showed a strong affinity for plants and subtley. Since then her parents more or less ignored her, mourning the loss of their other, more beloved daughter, so did most everyone else, and no one noticed the little girl growing strange plants in her little plot of soil, or drifting like a wraith in and out of their village. One day, a strange person came to her home, calling herself Loki, and asked her parents for Rayna in exchange for anything they wanted. She hadn't been exactly surprised when they readily agreed, but it still hurt a little to have the knowledge confirmed that they never really loved her. Under contract to the goddess of Chaos, she used her skills and her natural adeptness for taking things, to do what was asked of her. Inwardly, she hates her lack of freedom, and longs for the day she will be released, either through death or the day that Loki decides she no longer needs her.
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Name: Catori Fae
Age: 20 (If the two years she spent dead are discounted)
Gender: Female
Race: Resurrected human with traces of fey blood (eventually a vampire)
Powers: Accelerated healing, strength, and speed.
Bio: When Catori was human, she loved Jeru more than she loved herself. She lavished her affections on him, practically worshiping the very ground he walked on. She happily gave him the whole of her being, quickly casting aside all she'd been taught as a child about waiting before plunging headfirst into physical intimacy.
And, for as long as he was human, he loved her as well.
Once turned, however, all that love and affection turned into a burning lust for her blood as well as her body. He couldn't quite contain himself, and he wound up killing her, and twisted her own adoration into a burning hatred strong enough to be a beacon for certain other forces even after two years.
Indefinite enslavement to Morrigan seemed a small price to pay for her vengeance, so she did not hesitate even more a moment to make the bargain that would bind her forever to a schizophrenic vampiress and an endearing, if gruff, spirit trapped in a gun.
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Name: Orpheus Sivenate
Age: His kind do not keep track of the years as humans do, though he seems to be in his early twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Devil
Powers: Potent empathy, the ability to manipulate the emotions of others to a certain extent, and all the speed and strength of his kind
Bio: His life was happy, once. He lived in a conclave of others like him, hunters of the darker things in the world. The races of those that dwelled there were as varied as was possible, but still they were family.
His bond with his brother was as strong as one could be without being unhealthy, something they forged in order to cope with the thoughtless cruelty of their father. He served as Zadith's emotional anchor so that he would not lose himself to the haze of blood lust whenever he entered battle, his unwanted inheritance from the man who had killed their mother while mad with desire for both blood and sex.
Once they broke off all ties with their father, they were happy. Zadith even found love in a mutual friend.
But, as it seemed, such good things were not meant to last.
Orpheus could do nothing but watch as the woman his brother loved lost herself completely to her own brother's trick, mindlessly slaughtering everyone in the conclave.
Everyone but him.
For countless centuries now, he has hunted for her, the vision of the bloodied remains of his life burning whenever he closed his eyes to keep his motivation from ever flagging.
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Name: Prometheus
Age: A God's 'gift' left him ageless, forever 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Powers: Pyrokinesis and limited telepathy
Bio: If Prometheus comes off as cold and bitter, he has every right to be. Countless centuries ago, he had the perfect life. Good friends, strong bonds with his brothers, a wife he could shower his love and affection on without end. A baby on the way. His loyalty to those he cared for seemed limitless, and in the end it left him vulnerable, easy to use.
When the God Pan came to him, asking for his help in order to help seal away a great evil, he did not hesitate to comply. He would have unable to forgive himself if he'd done nothing and the ones he loved came to harm because of it. So he took the God's deal, though it grieved him deeply that it demanded he leave his family behind with nary a word as explanation, and hoped that they would believe him dead rather than flighty.
The process to seal away the threat changed him. He did not feel he could return to his family, for he did not want to burden them with the return of a man much grimmer and far more cynical than the one they would remember.
Centuries passed, and he was warped by loneliness and an insistent curiosity about what his life might have been like if he'd turned down Pan's offer for immortality and returned home. Little did he know that the choice had not actually been his, but a compulsion laid on his mind by the deity he served, who had at least had the decency to wait until his son was born before raping and murdering his wife.
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Name: Aeryn Rand
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Powers: Latent pyrokineses, the gift of her bloodline
Bio: Aeryn's childhood was normal enough, if you choose to overlook the fact that her mother's organs boiled into soup from an unforeseeable fever that struck during labor, killing her immediately after the infant was brought into the world. Her father was careful to make sure that she never learned the details, having known through experience what it felt like to be told that the creation of his life had destroyed another. Instead, he told her that she had died in a car crash while Aeryn had still been too young to remember her.
Without a wife to care for, her father doted on her, teaching her almost everything he knew. She took particularly well to the arts, especially music. So he focused the little private lessons he gave her when she returned from school on guitar and singing, as his own musical ability was considerable.
As her thirteenth birthday neared, he intended to change the nature of these lessons into something more serious, something she would need to know before turning fifteen. At least, he assumed that was the age limit.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a set thing.
The fire came to her without provocation in the dark hours of the morning on her birthday. Panicking, her attempts to quell the flames only spread them, and faster than she realized possible, her entire home was consumed. Her father died in the flames, his own affinity for the element unable to defend him from the overwhelming strength of his daughter's raw power.
She has, since then, managed to erase all memories of her involvement with the fire's beginning, blaming it instead on bad wiring in the house.
In the five years since then, she has managed to entirely avoid the foster system, living her life on the streets. Though she still grieved for her father, the Devil's Consorts took her in, embraced her wholly, became her family. Their way of life was a drastic change from what she was used to, but she quickly became accustomed to, even fond of the way they lived. Violence was common, and there was a certain thrill to that that almost rivaled the high of good heroin or the sweet, rough sensuality of her body sliding against another's for fun or profit. She may have played the whore, being one of few females in the streets gangs, but she certainly didn't feel it.
When her dealer was caught and sentenced, she was forced into a long, painful withdrawal. She managed to survive, somehow, but even now she still longs for that high from time to time.
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Name: Kaendra Ivandenel
Age: She seems no older than 25, though she doesn't age the same way as humans
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Powers: She has a strong affinity for black magic, particularly that which is fueled by pain
Bio: Kaendra was always a little strange. Where all the other elves in her small village excelled at life magics, she never could seem to make them work for her. Whenever she tried to coax flowers to grow, she was granted instead with sharp, prickling thistles, was given poisons instead of herbs. Many thought her cursed, more thought her mad, and all of it was making her miserable. It certainly didn't help her reputation that she didn't have any interest all for men, while her affection latched instead on another young woman.
She was all but ready to give up hope when the God Pan appeared before her, his sister at his side. He offered her another path, one where her particular gifts would be envied rather than feared, one where she would no longer be judged. And all she had to do was leave behind the people she didn't even care about.
Hardly a difficult decision.
She studied furiously beneath Pan, absorbing every scrap of knowledge he offered her. If she had been different, she would have loved him, but as things stood her affections instead went to his sister, though she knew they would never be reciprocated.
When the woman she had become fond of vanished, she grieved and could no longer study beneath the God who looked far too much like her. As years passed, her grief became twisted, just as everything else abut her always had, and she expanded on the tools of cruelty that she had been taught. Now she is nothing like she once was, sapped of all abilities for affection and no longer caring about happiness. Now, her only desire is for power.
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Name: Loki
Age: Ageless, though she prefers a form that looks to be in her late teens
Gender: Female
Race: Goddess
Powers: As much control over chaos as one could possibly have without robbing it of its nature
Bio: Loki has always held firm to the belief that the purest form of chaos was that which came clasping hands with confusion. So she lied to the world, insinuating a masculine version of herself in Norse mythology as a trickster and a cheat. And they took. No mortal knows her true nature; very few Gods do, either. Only those with whom she grudgingly shares her domain are aware of the truth.The only one she ever really got on with anywhere close to well was Pandora after Pan played that nasty little trick on her. As much as she didn't like the man himself, he was more than impressed by that, though she would never admit it to his face.
Though she may have been deemed evil by her few human servants, she knows no actual malice. She is merely an embodiment of chaos, lacking in any moral allegiance. She simply initiates change in the roughest way possible.
That's not to say that she doesn't have her human side. She lusts as easily as any mortal, though she has no preference for either gender, and is as prone to jealousy or paranoia.
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Name: Karrin Fae
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human with traces of fey blood
Powers: A wholly unprecedented (in humans) level of telepathy
Bio: Karrin has never been unaware of the fact that she was peculiar. For as long as she can remember, she has been able to peer into the minds of others as easily as opening a book, and what she saw quickly told her that this wasn't something she should share with anyone. As she grew older, it gave her a clarity that was rare in people her age.
So she knew that something wasn't as it seemed when her sister died. While everyone else assumed she had fallen prey to some wild animal, she knew that Catori had been murdered. All the proof she needed was the aching chill of the psychic residue in the place where she had died. But her powers were still developing, so she could ascertain no more detail than that.
As disturbed as she was by the fact that her sister's murderer had gotten away with it, she knew she had to move on with her life. She is currently in her Junior year of college, pursuing a pre-med degree.
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Name: Zadith Sinvenate
Age: Older than Orpheus, but like all devils does not mark the passage of time like humans. Appears to be in late twenties.
Gender: Male
Race: Devil
Powers: Lightning summoning/manipulation, telepathy and the superior strength/abilities of his species
Bio: Long past are the days when he knew sunlight, freedom, or happiness. Long past are the days when he was actually alive. It continued to amaze him how he and his brother managed to survive, their childhood would have been enough to destroy lesser children. They developed a tie, a bond that was deeper than the blood they shared. And that was the only thing that kept him from going crazy during his days of endless war, when the madness he had gotten from their hated father threatened to take over.
They had run, escaped Cezar's influence and threw their lots in with a company of mercenaries, dedicated to the destruction of the undead that preyed on the valley where they had established their base. And it was here he found his first taste of true happiness. They were welcomed there, family despite the differences in appearances. A golden haired girl named Pandora had become a regular visitor, and his heart slowly began to heal its scars as their relationship grew into something that transcended mere friendship. Fate wasn't done being cruel to him, however, and at the peak of his contentment, she turned on him, losing herself to some overwhelming power that destroyed the woman he had known, while she destroyed everything he cared about before she struck the final blow herself. He expected to pass into the Void, his spirit filled with hurt, betrayal, and pain, but something caught him, refusing to let him pass beyond the Gates. He found himself floating in a state that is neither living nor dead, sealed within some sort of weapon. He glimpsed the world as it changes through various wielders, only to lapse back into darkness as their own threads of time ended. And now, he simply waits, resigned to being locked permanently in his prison.
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Name: Charon Lander
Age: He was 21 when he died, but he has spent many times a human lifespan in his contracted state with Morrigan
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Powers: Psychic kinesis/telepathy
Bio: Charon comes from a line of Hunters. His father was one, as was his grandfather, and his father before him. The only child of the companies Captain and a beautiful, sweet-tempered woman from the village they were protecting, a sense of honor, justice, and compassion has been instilled in him since his very early years. By his mid-teens he rivaled his father in skill with the various weapons they used to hunt and kill the creature of the dark, and showed a natural tendency for strategy as well as leadership. In short, he was the perfect candidate to fill in for his father when it came time for the older man to retire.

He was leading an exterminating mission against a nest of journeyman level Vampires with his closest friend, Sam Eckheart, when disaster struck. The mission itself had gone smoothly, they had succeed with a limited number of wounds and no casualties. He was expecting a warm welcome upon his return home, what he got was flames, and monsters. Nightmares roamed the wreckage, feeding on the dead and the dying. And standing above it all was a woman who rejoiced in darkness and cruelty. She only smiled at him when he'd charged at her, and next thing he knew she and her creatures were gone, leaving himself, Sam, and the few others that had come with them, alive. In the end, it was only Sam and himself that braved the forest mansion she called come, pursing the Vampiress Morrigan. It should have gone smoothly, they knew what they were doing. But nothing went right. Weapons failed, every door was a trap, it seemed the very house was working against them. Eventually, Sam had fallen, wounded badly, as they were captured in a black room filled with sand. And the Vampire offered him a bargain, his life, for Sam's. She would set him free, safe and unharmed, if Charon became her slave forever.
And so he agreed.
But again, Morrigan had tricked him, sealing his soul inside a gun, ironically designed much like his own, while she all but threw Sam's broken body into the woods. But there was nothing he could do about it, the deal was done. She kept his body in a paralyzed state, sealed with stone, in the room where he was captured. Once a month he was allowed to escape his prison, and wander her home in his own body, occasionally even serving as a meal or unwilling bedmate to the Vampiress. He's lost track of the time he's been imprisoned, and has since accepted the fact that he will never again be free, even to die.
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Name: Sam Eckheart
Age: 21 when he died
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Powers: Holy Magic/kenisis
Bio: Sam has always been rather short tempered, and passionate. Such a temperament might have cost him a command position in his company, but in truth it didn't bother him much. One of three siblings, he was the oldest. His mother raised him single handedly, his father having been killed in combat, but he never lacked companionship. The other men in the camp were father figures, uncle figures, providing all the camaraderie and acceptance of a family. Charon was his best friend since their early years, his more stable temper serving as a balance to Sam's own, more unpredictable one. Sam was more than happy to follow him, not liking the yoke of leadership. This was the life he'd always known, and one he would never trade for anything else. Things were going well, and as a young man he flourished, attracting friends and, in some cases, friends that were more, and always getting better at what he did. When he was nineteen, he found the blessed sword Falchion in a cave that he accidentally discovered on a mission, and since then it has been his weapon of choice. However, something happened on that mission, something he has never shown anyone else, except perhaps, Charon, burying the memory deep inside himself. Having an aptitude for holy magic, he was devastating against the legions of the undead. He never expected things to change so suddenly.
In the blink of a moment, everything had been lost, destroyed by the whims of a woman who knew nothing of compassion, or of morality in general. She slaughtered his home, his family, his friends, and laughed while she did it. Bitter and enraged, in the end, it was only Charon and himself that hunted her down, lusting for revenge. But that mission had proved to be deadly, the vampire much more than a simple undead and he had ended up wounded, dying, and unable to convince his friend to save himself, that he was a lost cause. But Charon, always noble Charon, had traded places with him, and ended up trapped in the Vampiress' clutches while Sam slowly bled to death on the forest floor. And then, there was only darkness.
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Character Name: Saeli Sivenate
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Devil/Goddess
Powers: Extreme but untested. Supposedly the combination of both her father's magic and that of both the goddess and the vampiress of her mother's blood.
Bio: Well protected and willful, Saeli is the rare child of an unusual and powerful parentage. She has a sense of honor, pride and compassion that surpasses her age. It's doubtful that she knows the extent of her power, but she is a bit hesitant with testing her limits. Her social skills are somewhat lacking, given that she has few people her own age to interact with in the depths of the forest where her house is located.
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Name: Spencer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Powers: Latent ability to manipulated electromagnetic fields
Bio: Spencer never met his parents, received nothing from them but an addiction his too-young mother hadn't been able to keep from him in her use of heroin. He bounced around social services until he was eighteen years old, seeing as no one wanted to keep such a violent child with a kleptomaniacal streak and a gift for lock picking. The moment he became a legal adult, he struck out on his own, and he found a place for himself on the streets. Drug dealers don't give a shit if the money you're paying them with comes from pawning stolen goods or not, after all. He is, as much as one can be in a situation like his, content.
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Name: Corlath
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Centaur
Powers: Illusions real enough that he can kill someone by convincing the brain that the heart has shut down and limited transformation. It is exceedingly taxing for him, but he can, for a time, become either fully human or fully horse.
Bio: Corlath remembers very little of the time leading up to his captivity. He had been too young to recall anything beyond the shouting and the pain before waking and finding himself in suffocating darkness. No matter how he threatened - for begging was not the way of his people, not even their youth - no one would tell him anything. So he returned in kind, keeping silent about himself and his growing strength, no matter how they prodded and tortured to get the information out of him. He didn't even tell the nice man who came to tend to him and the others who didn't want to be there after the cruel ones had left.
Needless to say, everyone was quite surprised when he managed to escape. No one had expected something as subtle as illusions and tricks from a member of a warlike, brutal people.
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Character Name: Liliandra (Andy) Ferth
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human-ish
Powers: Control over fire; healing and herblore
Bio: The child of an odd combination of mage and shamanic blood, Andy has the feminine qualities of a twelve-year old boy. She has no interest in girlish pursuits, and dresses according to what is most comfortable, or most useful. Thanks to the quality of her blood, she has a great interest in all things arcane. She experiments alot with spells she's found in her adoptive aunt's library, with varying results. Sometimes things blow up, but usually she can contain the worst of the after affects.
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Character Name: Kite Saronsen
Age: he's forgot
Gender: Male
Race: Nightmare Hound
Powers: Some shadow magic/manipulation, speed/weapons of the species
Bio: Kite was a fugitive long ago, though what he was running from he doesn't exactly remember. Morrigan turned him into a hellhound to give him immortality and safety from his pursuers. After all he's not exactly recognizable anymore. In return he has served her willingly and loyally. Unlike other Nightmare's has retained his human personality though his sense of humor has become somewhat odd.
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Character Name: Peony
Age: ...None of your business
Gender: Female
Race: House-sprite
Powers: Control over the mansion/shape shifting/influence over plants
Bio: Peony is a house-sprite recruited by the Vampiress Morrigan to guard and manage her house while she was away on various missions. Over time she has developed an odd personality, and serves only two people's interest. Herself and Morrigan's. Able to shape shift at will, sometimes she will amuse herself by taking the form of one of the current residents and running around causing mischief disguised as them. Most of her pranks are harmless in nature, though if you should happen to get on her bad side, your stay in the mansion is likely to be very uncomfortable at best.
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Name: Ianto Tier
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Air elemental
Powers: Guess.
Bio: The commune from which Ianto hails had spent all of living history trying to avoid contact, and thus conflict, with the surrounding world. They looked at the peoples around them and saw needless violence and rage, apparently entirely removed from the reason that dictated their own way of life. Very few people, other than their own, knew of their existance.
Long-lived as they are, it is very rare for a new child to be born. Ianto's birth was a cause for celebration, and in the process, they called attention to themselves. A certain god seeking to create a refined army for himself by raising his soldiers from their infancy took note, and took young Ianto from his home a scant six years after he was born - long enough to be certain that he was strong enough to be worth the effort.
It was in captivity that he met Corlath, a member of one of the specific races his people made an effort to avoid. The situation called for a drastic alteration of standards, and he allowed himself to befriend the warlike child, acting as voice of reason whenever his younger companion called for violence.
Of course, his lack of inhibitions led to his freedom a number of years before Ianto's own. But he's managed it - at no small cost to himself.
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Other: As a being of air, he is vulnerable to earth-based attacks, and contact with salt causes him excruciating pain.

Character Name: Seraph
Age: 430
Gender: Female
Race: Sphinx
Powers: hmmm answer my riddles and maybe I'll tell you
Bio: Seraph was born in a desert country a long time ago, created to guard the graves of the kings. But robbers are common and not always human. She was stolen away from her desert homeland by a certain type of poacher, who dealt with the mystical and arcane. She found herself imprisoned in a small cage, sold at an underground market as little more than an intelligent guard dog. And that rankled. A lot. As a kit there wasn't much she could do, however, and it was only until she came into her maturity that she was able to seduce the man that bought her and kill him in his sleep. Escaping was even easier, not many people want to mess with a pissed off sphinx, especially when she was far faster than some stupid gun. Wandering in the woods outside her ex-master's house, she found the mansion of the vampiress Morrigan. Oddly enough, rather than enslave her, Morrigan offered her the job of groundskeeper. Practically unlimited except answering to the occasional order, with a cozy den and free range of the woods seemed like an offer too good to refuse. And so she's been there ever since.
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Name: Sarabe
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: She's a creature all her own, the result of careful breeding between drow, human, and naiad bloodlines.
Powers: Cryokinesis
Bio: Sarabe knows that Ares isn't actually her father, just like she knows he isn't actually as fond of her as he pretends to be. She knows that she was bred in the same was that prize horses are dogs are. She knows that the most she will ever amount to in anyone's eyes is a valuable tool.
And, really, she's fine with that. There is, after all, no point in agonizing over the things that can't be changed; no amount of crying would change the manner of her birth, no amount of prayer would make someone love her. But through hard work and diligence, she is more than capable of making someone need her. And isn't that what everyone wants, deep down inside? Not to be loved, not to be wanted, but to be needed.
She would do anything that her lord and master told her to do, absolutely anything, just to assure that he becomes so accustomed to her presence that he couldn't afford to lose her.
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Name: Jeru Riven
Age: Oh, lord, who's keeping count? Let's just leave it at ancient, shall we?
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Powers: Oh, just everything that any others of his kind can do. He seems to have a particular strength for invading the minds of others, though.
Bio: It would take a book, really, to cover all the things that have helped to craft Jeru into the monster he is now. Suffice it to say that he was human, once, so long ago that he can't even remember what it was like. This inability to recall something so simple as that bothered him for reasons he couldn't even begin to explain, and he decided to try to learn again. Using an ancient spell, he managed to reduce himself to childhood, becoming human again temporarily. He lived less than half a typical human lifespan this way, and though he found it all very restricting, there was one bright little glimmer in the monotony.
It is still questionable whether or not a vampire can feel love, but Catori drew something very similar out of him. It was so strong, so violently passionate, that it ruptured the spell keeping him 'human', and almost two decades of not feeding coalesced on him all at once.
He'd meant to explain things to her, to turn her with her permission so that she could stay with him forever. But things didn't...quite...happen that way. She died, and quickly, taking the part of him which fit the human standard of sane with her.
He was, of course, quite a bit more twisted even than he had started when Morrigan brought the woman he had killed back to life.
And...things escalated. And now he's dead.
Which really is unpleasant.
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