Post by Vincent Black on Oct 26, 2013 17:56:16 GMT -8
Two songs That I like for him, being a vampire into snakes and venom.
NAME: VINCENT BLACK
SPECIES: VAMPIRE
BLOODLINE: EARTHMOVER
POSITION: EARTHMOVER BLOODLINE COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVE
SCENTS: CURARE & FRESH RIVER WATER
OCCUPATION: PHYSICIAN , poison expert
EMPLOYER: SEATTLE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, Runs a Private clinic as well.
Alias : Dr. Black, The Serpent King
Apparent age: appears 32
Height: 6' 3''
Weight: 200 lbs of muscle
Eye color : Steely Blue
Hair color : Brown
Body Build : Muscular - Athletic
Nationality: Canadian
POWER STATUS:
BASIC: ENHANCED SPEED
ENHANCED STRENGTH
ENHANCED SENSES
IMMORTALITY
HEALING FACTOR/Regeneration
ENHANCED ENDURANCE AND AGILITY
SHIELDS
ROLLING
EMPATHY
DETECT LIES
EARTHMOVER BLOODLINE POWERS: Based on Mr. Oliver, The
Original Earthmover. Such as the power to remain awake during the day
and mask his vampire nature almost totally. Also Levitation - He could levitate himself and others.
MASTER:
Call Shadows
Resist Silver (extremely resistant to the point of borderline immunity)
Compulsion/Mass Compulsion
Human Servant/Animal Servant
Levitation/Flight (Bloodline ability)
Reading Minds
Animal to call - He can call snakes and snake-like supernatural creatures.
Draw blood from a distance
Early Rise - He is able to move freely during the day, but is still vulnerable to sunlight.
Empathic Voice Manipulation - Mr Oliver possessed voice powers similar to Jean-Claude's.
Cause earthquakes -Capable of creating an earthquake that could sink a city. (Terrakinesis)
Weakness:
Invitations (cannot enter a person's home without permission/must leave if permission is revoked)
Can be killed by decapitation
Can by killed by immolation
*Can be killed a stake through the heart
*Can be killed by any form of extreme physical trauma to the head, heart or even entire body
*Natural sunlight burns their undead flesh and can cause death with prolonged exposure
*Gunshots with silver bullets (will heal with human speed)
*Holy water (acidic to their flesh)
Religious symbols of any faith will repel or harm vampires providing that the carrier of item is a true believer
*Fang removal (will rob them of their abilities including their immortality until they grow back)
*Silver (will burn their undead flesh) Note: Negated by his extreme resistance to silver and age as well as building up a tolerance to it, causing silver to barely effect him, if at all)
Skills:
*Master Archer
*Poison Mastery - Extremely knowledgeable, he is an expert on all things poisons, venoms, toxins, and paralytic agents.
*Herbalism - Vast knowledge of medicinal plants,herbs,fungal, and other natural healing remedies.
*Full Knowledge of Aconite, Belladonna, Curare
*Master Serpent Controller
*Supreme Violin & Flute playing ability
His Life Story
Growing up in a small fishing village life was simple for young Vincent. He had loving parents, many friends, and never went to bed hungry. It was a simple time of simple needs and a peaceful existence. That all changed the day the Marauders came. Vincent's parents use to work for the king and were well known and liked.
Vincent's father was a knight, loyal, brave, honorable, who served his king without question and was a hero to the people. His mother also work for the king. She was the court Physician and was well known for her skills in healing with medicinal herbs and plants. His father first met his mother when he became injured returning from a scouting mission he was sent on by the king. He was attended to by the court physician and it was there he first met her. He was enthralled by both her beauty and skill. She had a delightful bedside manner and her touch was skillful yet gentle. He knew he had to see her again so he began to get injured more often, more then what was normal for a knight, especially none of his stature and skill. He would do this just to be around her and talk with her.
His mother quickly caught on that he was deliberately getting hurt just so he could see her, she could not help but find this cute and very sweet. So she played along and eventually they began courting which soon became notice by the king and everyone at court. The people though they looked wonderful together and were delighted when eventually news of a wedding was announced for the two. They both served the king loyally and when the time came that his father wish to retire and settle down in a nice quite little village, he requested to the king to allow him to take his beloved with him. The king granted this request for their many years of faithful service.
They moved to a peaceful fishing village on the outskirts of the kingdom where they lived in peace for many years. Eventually a child was born to the couple who wished to raise a family. The child was named Vincent and grew up to be a well mannered polite young man. The boy like many in his village and of his time, dreamed of the glories of Knighthood. He listened to his father old war stories and wished to follow in his footsteps. Fight off the King's enemies, protect the people of the land and be a hero. To have his named cheered everywhere he went, songs sung of his heroic exploits,not to mention having young ladies giggle and whisper as he walked past and blush whenever he look at them. Having the attention of many lovely young ladies did not hurt either he thought.
His father did not wish for his son to follow in his footsteps as other fathers would. He knew becoming a knight was a great honor and never regretted his life but he knew the horrors of war and bloodshed. He could not bear the thought of his only son dying on some blood drenched battlefield, never having the chance to have a family of his own and grand children. When his son began to ask about becoming a Knight, his father began to talk him out of it. Vincent did not understand of course why his father would not be proud to have him follow in his footsteps, become a knight and make him proud. When he knew his son could not be talked out of it he tried to make sure he be safe about the path he chose.
Instead of teaching him the ways of the sword as he did not wish to see his son to hurt himself or go off to die on some random battlefield. He persuaded his son become an Archer. Replacing the sword with the bow. He told the son how archers were just as important as knights were and how many times his life was saved by them, when a enemy was to deliver the death blow, many times he would be save by an arrow from the archers. The arrows would killed the enemy he was fighting who got the upper hand or distract them long enough for him to land the killing blow. Archers helped cut down enemy numbers before knights had to fight them. He would eventually teach his son the way of the sword to protect himself when he ran out of arrows or the enemy got up close and personal.
He was glad his son took to archery who happen to have a knack for it. He knew unless killed by some stray arrow, his son would be safe, behind the battle lines, attacking from afar. Unless the enemy laid siege to the castle and were successful in breaching the main gates and over running the knights inside, his son would be perfectly safe he reason. His wife began to notice her son growing skill as well as her husband growing concerns. When she learn the reason why, she suggested their son be taught by her and hopefully he take after his mother and not his father. His father thought it was a great idea and began to coax his son about working for his mother.
He told Vincent of the importance of a physician and how being the physician to the king was a great honor. Saving lives were more important than taking them and he explain to his son that how he even met his mother because she was a physician of the court. Vincent, wanting to appease his father, went to his mother to learn everything she knew. She had a lifetime of knowledge to impart on him since she been practicing medicine ever since she could walk. Her skills as an Herbalist was unrivaled in the kingdom and he truly learned a lot under her tutelage.
When he grew to the proper age that a boy will begin to grow into a man and be allowed to train and become a knight, his father grew concern about his precious boy's future. Vincent told his father not to worry as he planned to go to the king's court and see if he could become an archer or the court physician perhaps even both. Life was good for Vincent and his family up to this point. His father counted himself bless that he did not die on the battlefield and was able to retire so he could grow old with his wife, raise a son, and live to see his future grand children.
Of course Life, Fate, Destiny, could be a very cruel mistress indeed. The tranquility of the peaceful little village was forever shattered the days the Marauders came. The marauding horde had came from across the sea. A distant land ruled by a tyrant that controlled everything he conquered with an iron fist. The extensive years of training his father went through as a knight had always left him prepared for any emergency. He knew that even in times of peace one should be prepared for it to be broken. He kept his armor, sword, and shield from his days of being a knight and kept it with him for emergencies such as this.
He told his wife to quickly grab their son and get to safety while he stayed behind to hold them off so they could escape. Vincent did not want to leave his father alone to fight the invaders but his mother forcefully drag him away. The last thing he saw as they left, was his father fighting off the marauders. Arrow upon arrow piercing into his father as he slew them down until he fell to his knees and was beheaded. They ran as fast as they could back to the kingdom to warn them of what was happening. They only got half way when a stray arrow hit his mother in the knee.
As she fell to the ground, Vincent tried to help her but his mother insisted he go save himself. She was planning to sacrifice herself to save her son by distracting the rider who was rapidly approaching. He refused to abandon her and drag her to the first group of trees he could find to try and hide her. Once he had her safely hidden, he climbed up a tree and cut off a tree limb with the very sword his father had just given him for his birthday after he got a bow a few years prior. When the rider approached the trees to check to see where they had gone. He dropped from the tree right on top of the rider. Slamming the tree limb into the exposed neck of the marauder aiding by the force of his fall.
They fell to the ground and the rider tried to pull the limb out as he began gushing blood from his neck in the process. Vincent unsheathed his sword and with one might blow, beheaded the rider just like what he saw happen to his father. He sheathed his sword and moved back to the trees to get his mother. He helped her get onto the horse, then check the marauder for anything useful before getting on. They rode to the castle his mother told him she and his father use to live at and work for the king. The guards were about to stop him until the saw his mother. His mother was well known and liked by everyone, and when the guards saw the arrow in her, they immediately let them past.
He took her back to her old workplace and had the physician work on treating her. The king showed up a few moments later demanding to know what happen. Vincent recalled all that transpired and the king sent out a rescue part to see if there were any survivors. When they came back, they reported everyone was dead. Men ,women, the elderly, children, even the pets were all butchers horribly like animals. It was barbaric and the village had been razed to the ground. The news hit Vincent hard as the village was his whole life up to know. He had little time to think about it as his mother began to cough up blood. The arrow had be removed from her knee and he thought she was going to be fine but he was horribly wrong. The arrow was poisoned, the marauders like to make sure no one escape alive and tipped all their arrows in poison to guarantee if the arrow did not kill their the target, then the poison surely will.
The king look down upon her with great sadness. He knew her ever since she was a little girl in pigtails, Always following her mother around , watching and learning everything she did. Vincent look down at his mother as she placed a hand on his cheek and held his hands with her other hand. She asked the king for one last favor, to protect her son, take care of him, and allow him to become a knight, archer, or physician, whichever he choose to be. The king granted her requested without question. Vincent will forever remember the very last words his mother spoke to him.
Vincent's mother. " My dear Vincent, a mother could never be prouder of her son as I am with you. You always been such a good boy, well behaved, well mannered, selfless.
Never forget who you are and never lose your kind heart. I will always be with you, me and your father, watching over you. Try to live life to its very fullest and find happiness. Find someone special and settle down. Do not let this change you, do not let yourself become bad like them."
As she spoke her last words, she closed her eyes and took her last breath. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his entire world was shattered completely. It could be said that at that very moment, a seed of darkness took root inside his heart. He spent all day and night by his mother side until he was "carefully" escorted away by the kings guards. He took a position as assistant to the current physician while becoming one of the King's archers. He trained every single day to keep his skills in shape and learned all he could from the new physician and kept up with his studies. His mind focused on one singular thought, vengeance. He tried to remember his mother's last words but he wanted to hunt the marauders down and avenge his parents and make them pay for destroying the only home he has ever known until now.
One day word had spread that the marauders had return, Vincent requested to go out with the advance party to help deal with them. Knowing what he had lost by their hands, he did not deny the boy his wishes. They arrived too late to save the village that had been burnt to the ground, but not before intercepting the ones who did while they were in the process of leaving.
He used arrows dip in Aconite poison. One of the most powerful and deadliest poisons known at the time. Often known as the "queen of poisons" as well as, often known as monkshood, wolf's bane, leopard's bane, women's bane, devil's helmet or blue rocket. He loss both his parents to poisons arrows and he still became an archer and was now using poison arrows as well, the irony of all this was not lost on him. He looked at it more like poetic justice. He left one of them alive and took him back to see the king for questioning.
He asked to assist with the interrogation process and committed to torture the man when no one else was around. He learned a great deal about how to keep a man alive for days when brought close to the brink of death. His knowledge of medicinal herbs and plants have grown to rival his own mother's due to all the hours he spent studying alongside with his archery training.
He finally learned after he needed to know and reported his findings to the king. He told the king he was grateful for everything but that he had to go find them and avenge his parents.
When the king learned they came overseas from a distant land, he was reluctant to send his knights so far away from the kingdom. He knew he could not convince Vincent to drop his desire for revenge and deduce he would most likely slip away to go face them alone. So he asked for a few volunteers to go. Some of the knights had families in the villages that were demolished by the marauders. They instantly volunteered to help get some payback. The party was form, Vincent gathered all his belongings and left with the small group of knights to find out more about the enemy and get some payback.
They set sail to the location Vincent had extracted from the prisoner and thought he was well prepared for whatever he would face but he was dead wrong. They were in a foreign land, unaccustomed to the inherent dangers that lied within. They took precautions, trying to get a layout of the land. When they manage to find small encampments of the marauders and several bandits. They devised hit and run ambushes to pick them off one by one and weaken their numbers. He lead several successful ambushes and they thought they were well on there way. That was until one night they came under attack during a night raid.
They were face with a large group of marauders and were quickly overrun by the sheer numbers that attack them from all sides. The marauders had known something went wrong when one of their invading parties never made it back alive, and when they heard their people were being pick off one by one but an unknown enemy, they figured it must have been invaders from the lands they were recently sent to. Vincent was captured alive, being their leader and was taken to one of their outposts to be questioned. He held out the best he could during the tortures until the leader of the outposts decided him to make him fight some of his best warriors.
Beaten but not broken, he did his bests in the fights. he was beaten at first in some of his fights due to his weaken condition from the tortures. He managed to win a few fights as he learned from previous losses and slowly got better. A few times he was brought to market when they had to replenish supplies and was always guarded. He said he was a cook back home and was a healer. They didn't believe him at first until he was able to help one of their injured that became wounded on a raid gone bad. He also displayed his culinary skills as he often helped his mother with the cooking when she was teaching him the art of Herbalism. This allowed him to be spared from the fights and tortures in an attempt to earn their trust and say he would become one of them, but he also used this to swipe several supplies when he went to market with then and collected a few materials on the road.
One night, he had prepared a large feast for the entire encampment back at their outpost. He slip some very powerful poisons he stolen from their armory that they used for their arrows as well as a few he made himself. He watch as the men all ate and bidding his time till they fell asleep. He made the poison slow acting so as not to raise any alarms as to why the men suddenly begin drop dead. The poisons was already kicking in by the time they went to sleep and he used this opportunity to go after the leader to kill him personally himself as he made a special batch of poison just for him. Now the leader was no fool, and did not get to where he was by being stupid. He did not trust this boy sudden change of heart and had a close watchful eye on him.
When Vincent went in to kill him, he was surprised to see him very much alive. The leader being every so paranoid, did not eat any food he did not specially prepared himself or made from someone he trust. He had been keeping inventory of the armory and became suspicious when several items when missing. That was why he did not eat the food Vincent had personally cook. They look at one another as the leader went for his sword and Vincent pulled out the dagger he kept hidden which he swiped from the armory. the resulting struggle was brutal with Vincent being gravely wounded but not before plunging the dagger deep into the leader chest.
He had laced it with poison and when the leader tried to pull the blade out, Vincent pulled out a vial he kept in his pocket and smashes it open on the same wound he plunge the dagger into the second the leader pulled it out. He watched as the vial of poison seeped into his wounds cause an instant violent response. He watched as the leader began coughing up large amounts of blood, suffering the same way his mother did. He finally avenged his parents or so he thought. He slowly made his way out of the tent and begin to look for his supplies to help bandage his wound and try to heal himself with his medicinal herbs. He could barely patch himself up as blacked out from the blood loss.
Several days later he awoke in a strange place feeling good as new. A letter was left on top on his things, telling him the leader he killed was one of many and very low on the totem pole and that there were more out there. The note also said to meet back here at sundown for training. Vincent instantly wondered saved him and how they knew what truly happen.
He wanted answers so he returned at sundown. There he waited until he was met by a beautiful fair skin woman who barely looked like she was past being a teenager. She offered him and warm smile and told him training will now begin.
Before he could see her move, she had pulled out a bow and arrow and fired one that just grazed his cheek. He was not only shocked but looked at her like she was crazy. That was when she told him, shooting arrows were one thing, but dodging them was another. She told him if he wished to be a "True Archer" he needed to learn not only to shoot arrows rapidly and with precise aim, but also to be able to dodge and catch them as well. The notion of catching and dodging arrows never even remotely crossed his mind before. He was not given much chance to think or ask question as the training session began. When it was close to sun rise. She told him to meet her here at the same spot same time tomorrow. Before she left he asked what her name was and she simply told him to do better and he may learn it.
Needles to say he barely got much sleep that morning thinking about the crazy girl who fired arrows at him like he was some practice dummy. He could not get her beautiful face out of his night and had a restless morning. He went back and began his training with her. She later began to incorporate arrow shooting into the routine to which he told her he already knew how to shoot.
She smiled and said " Yes, I know, but you do not know how to shoot in the dark." When she saw his puzzled expression she clarified herself.
She then ask if she ever fired an arrow under the cover of darkness before. A very dark night with little to no light or pitch black darkness. He laughed as she said it was insane to be able to shoot in pitch black, no one can see, it was impossible. He went on to mention that even if it was not pitch black outside, if there was very little light outside, trying to hit a target is next to impossible. she smiled and told him exactly, that was the whole idea. She told him to think if he could shoots arrows in the night as easily as he does during the day, imagine how much more deadly he could be with a bow and arrow. She also mention that since firing an arrow was silent and it was hard enough finding where it was fired during the day, it would be next to impossible to pin point the source at night.
This slowly dawn on him as what she said made sense. He could take out an entire group of people at night with no problem if he utilized his skills under the cover of darkness, they would never see it coming. Then he threw her words back at her, stating if shooting in the dark would his position almost impossible to detect, then how was he suppose to catch let alone dodge an arrow at night when it was darker then it was now. She later taught him how to catch and evade multiple arrows and from all directions, even at once.
She gave a big grin and said in a very child like manner. " It's a seeeeecrreeeett."
This form of training continued on for weeks on end, never stopping until she was totally satisfied with his progress. She then told him one night that he had pass her training and took him to her lair. He was surprised when he found not one not two but dozens of snakes all around the cave she was living in. Now most boys back in his village when they were young, they would play with all manner of creepy crawlers they could find and sometimes scared the girls with them. He remembered almost giving his mother a heart attack when he brought a venomous snake home. His mother was surprised he didn't get bitten and he was ignorant to the fact it was venomous and its bite could seriously harm or kill him. This greatly puzzled him as to why she was not afraid of them as almost every girl he ever knew hated reptiles especially snakes and lizards.
She could tell what he was thinking and put his mind to ease saying her parents were "Snake Charmers" and often uses snakes to make money by performing various tricks with them. One such as the use of a flute to make a cobra follow the movement of the flute and the performer. He did recall seeing that once when some merchants passed through his village and one of them put on a show that was just like that. She even mention her father would sleep in a sack full of venomous snakes as part of his act, now wether all this was true or just some fabricated story she made to make him complacent is unknown. She lead him deeper into the cave to where she slept and there were no snakes around.
She then pushed him down onto her make shift bed which was made of various animal furs and quite soft and warm. Then she proceeded to straddle him and placed a tender kiss upon his lips. He then told her he had never done thing to her before in which she laughed and told him.
" I Know, that is why I chose you, well one of the reasons. You have done very well and I know you suffered much in your past. The lost of your entire family and home is not something that can be easily forgotten. "
When she told him that, his eyes widen and he immediately ask her how did she know. He hushed him and placed her fingers on his lips then pushed him down onto the bed of furs with barely any effort on her part. She spoke once more in a very seductive voice and even hissed when she said her name.
"You have done well and exceeded all my expectations at this stage. For this I will grant you three rewards like three wishes from a genie. The first is my name, Sssssssss Serafina. The second well actions speak louder then words so why don't I show you. "
Then she lean down and kissed him ,moving to his neck where she used her hidden fangs and bite him. He felt the prick on his neck and he thought it was some kinky thing all girls did or at least ones like her. Little did he know how very true that was. He was too mesmerized by her after gazing into her piercing jade eyes and did not care as she proceeded to rip off his clothing and begin his "reward" .
He did not wake up for three days and when he did he felt rather drained but also very good. The memory of that night was forever burned into his brain. She was gone along with all the snakes and he wondered just how long he was asleep for. A note was left for him, telling him where to find the rest of the marauders he was looking for and their respective leaders. He wasted no time hunting them down. Using everything she taught him. He began his night ambushes. Firing arrows under the cover of darkness, he killed scores of marauders , causing them to panic as they could not tell where the "invisible death" was coming from. It was given that term because they could never see where the arrows came from, could not hear it, and when struck, they never knew what hit them.
He then continued this until all the Marauder leaders became fearful of the on curing events so they began to gather in mass numbers for protection. This worked out in his favor for when they were cooking their meals. He fired off tiny bags filled with poison that dissolved in water and any type of liquid. The Aconite poison left no taste, smell, nothing to trace the cause of death. The bags would hit their pot of stew, dissolving and mixing in with their meal. poisoning their food and contaminating their water supply, killing them in droves.
The leaders he saved for last. He used powerful paralytic toxins to paralyze them from the neck down for he wanted them to experience every waking moment of what he was about to do next. One leader he tied naked to a tree and splattered fish guts all over his body, taking great detail to cover his eyes well and the one most precious thing all men treasure on their body. He smiled as he watched a flock of birds descend from the sky attracted by the fish. They began to peck at his eyes and other parts of his body covered with the fish guts.
The next leader he used the good old fashion horse rope pulling. Only instead, he also striped the man naked and added ropes to his neck and one other special place. He design the paralytic toxins so they would immobilize his intended target but not numb them to pain. He wanted them to feel every excruciating painful moment. Not only did it paralyze them but still left them to feel pain, it also kept them from passing out from the pain, forcing them to remain alert for every single moment.
The next one he got a little bit creative, preparing a bath full of acidic and had the man suspended by rope over it. He design a type of make shift pulley system that would lower the leader feet first, inch by inch into the acid bath so he not only suffered more, but also so Vincent could leave to take care of the others.
The second to lass leader, he did not want to spend to much time with. So he did the good old fashion, burning at the stake and created a slow fire so it would not burn to quickly in order to stretch out the process for as long as possible. Listening to the man screams for a little while first while whistling a tune to match the screams, he moved on to his last target.
He had though about leaving him to some wild animal or trying to find some flesh eating insects he could use when he sliced open the body to make large enough wounds for them to enter. Alas, he was running low on time and didn't know where to begin with that so he settled for the next best thing. The final leader he tied to a large wooden stump, the rope points staked deep into the ground to hold him in place. He gathered a few buckets and went on a rat hunting expedition prior to having tied the final man down.
He took his sweet time, holding the few buckets on the man, before getting the rat cages and placing the rats underneath the buckets. He had drugged the rats by injecting a sedative into the food he slipped them, so he could transport them with ease. He timed it just right so they begin to wake up when he was ready. He lit several small torches and fashion them upside down on top of the bottom on the buckets. The heat cause the rats to wake up quickly. As they began to squirm he knew they would only have one option to go and that was down, through Him. He beg to be released and ask for forgiveness for his crimes. He pleading for his life but Vincent did not care. When the man said he didn't mean to do what he did he was just doing his job, he just snapped.
"I'm sorry? I didn't mean to, I was just doing my job please forgive me? How many countless people did you and your men killed. How many pleaded, beg for their lives? How many mother and fathers ask for their children to be spared? How many kids were butchered right in front of their own parents while you men laugh and watched. Some of your mean even went so far as to Defile their corpses! "
" Oh no no no, the time for atonement has long since be gone. I lost my parents thanks to you, my friends and neighbors. Everyone I ever knew or cared about gone for no reason. You Marauders did not stop at just raping and killing, no you had to go torture and gut them like a butcher does to an farm animal and then burned them all, once you were all satisfied. I hope there is some kind of afterlife, so you can suffer in agony, for all eternity. "
He then began to walk away until he could no longer hear the man's dying screams.
Late that night Serafina showed, very impressed at how he killed all the marauders single handedly without so much as a scratch on him. Oh yes, she saw great potential in him as well.
In her mind she thought.
" " Oh yes, I'm going to make him alllll mine, mine, mine, forever and ever to the end of time.""
She walked over to him and presented him with a unique gift. They were "Black Ropes" -
"Black Ropes" : Vincent's "Black Ropes" are garrote wires woven from the hair of young women and alchemically treated with natural oils harvested from wild animals, which gives them the consistency of steel. He ties them around his forearms and he also keeps some around his calves to use if his hands are immobilized. He uses the wires as an extension of his own body, able to tie up opponents, flay them, or use the strands to pierce like needles.
She smiled and spoke to him when he began to look it over. Moving closer to him, she began to run her fingers along his face, neck, chest, and hair. She spoke in a very soft voice as she moved around him like a serpent does with its prey.
Serafina " You continue to impress me dear Vincent. You took on all those naughty men all by your little lonesome and came out no worse for wear, completely unscathed. I know I said I would give you three rewards but because you impress me so much, I decided to give you a bonus. If you wish, you could combine the first two I gave you, that of my name and (licking her lips for the moment as she let out a soft giggle) robbing you of your Innocence which I greatly enjoyed and I know you did as well. Count this are your third or second gift, however you wish to number it. "
" This gift I give to you is called Black Ropes. It was given to me by a great alchemist who just so happen to be a very talented little witch. It has been magically enchanted to be completely indestructible as well as grow and expand to any size you desire. It is limited only by your willpower or imagination, It is one of the two, I forget. Also once its "bonds" to its user, it becomes an extension of their body and can only be used by that person and that person alone.
I Suggest you wait to use that after I give you, your final reward. I know you have questions and want answers. I will tell you everything you wish to know the next time we meet when you receive your last reward. Now come, let me relax with a nice long massage and special treat. "
Serafina lead Vincent to a new place this time, a nice ,cozy little cottage in the woods close to the river. She made Vincent forget about all his troubles that night. Once more she bite him and drank his blood. It tasted different now, no longer innocent but nicely matured. When Vincent awoke she was gone once more. He sat up in the bed and just stared at the floor. A lot of time has past since his village was destroyed and he became an orphan. From his time living in the king's court, to training with the exotic Egyptian Serafina as he later became to know, to finally avenging his family and village. By the time this was all done, he was a battled harden fully grown young man.
Very little time had passed before he was visited by Serafina once more. She had carefully and patiently waited until he was fully grown and developed both mentally and physically. He was at the peak of physical perfection, in his prime, and free from his life long mission to avenge his parents. Yes, there was nothing to distract him now, nothing holding him back, his old life was gone now, and a new one was about to begin. Once more she pushed him down and sat in his lap, her youthful, curvy body pressed against his well define, well toned musculature body. Her arms draped around his neck as she looked directly into his eyes.
She told him everything. How she had visited his land many times before and stumbled across his tiny little fishing village. She watched him as a boy playing at night with jubilant glee. She remembered his kind heart, now no longer pure and slightly corrupted. His gentle hands now stained and soaked with blood.
Something about him fascinated her which made her pay nightly visits to the village as she watched him grow. When she came back one night and saw the village reduce to ashes, she felt devastated. She had thought he was dead and the potential she saw in him, his unique spark, she thought she had lost it forever. Of course she sounded selfish as she told him everything but then she really was. She laid "claim" to him from the very first moment she saw him as that innocent, cute, carefree, happy little boy.
When she learn he had survived and was now living in the castle, she was overjoyed!!!! She would sneak into the castle grounds and watch him sleep through the window and his night time training exercises. He had grown a little concern when she told him how she was overjoyed he lived and that she had watched him sleep and trained at night. He subtle had tried to push her off only for her to wrap her legs around his waist and keep him pined with what he though was unusually strong thighs.
She recounted how she followed him when he went to her lands to kill the marauders. She watched his every movement, every night time ambush and hit and run attacks he pulled. When she told him that he immediately ask why did she not lend aid since she had remarkable skill with a bow and could have saved the men under his command and keep him from being kidnapped. Furthermore he grew upset when she told him she watched his imprisonments, his tortured session and arena style fights he had to endure.
His mother had raised him to always be respectful to a lady,to never raise a hand to her or his voice. To treat her as he would want her to be treated like his father did. To be chivalrous and a perfect gentle befitting of a Knight's Code of Conduct. He knew all this but he could no longer listen to her story of how selfish she is, claiming him as her own, stalking him and watching him practically all his life and then never lifting a finger to help when he needed it the most? He lost it, and tried to throw her across the room or push her down to the ground hard. Sensing his emotional state and the movement of his body of what he was about to do. She squeezed her thighs around his waist and pinned his arms to his side with her own.
She almost choked the life out of him and he gave up his struggle. This woman proved to be way to strong to be normal, especially because of her build, since she did not look like one of those toned, muscular Amazon women his father told him stories about. She did tell him how she said his life when he was mortally wounded and that she did not help before because she sense his life was not in immediate danger. She wanted to see how well he handles himself against overwhelming odds and if he was "Worthy". When she saw he killed everyone in the entire outpost and that his life was in jeopardy, she finally intervened to save his life.
He looked at her like she lost her damned mind or was bewitched women, or some woman possessed. She then finally came to the part about his final reward. How she watched from the shadows, grooming and cultivating him. She then showed her fangs and revealed to him what she truly was, a creature of the night, a blood demon some called her. She told him she was a vampire and had chosen him to be the one she sires.
She explained how some vampires were very picky about who they turned. That each candidate must be carefully picked and screened before they are sired. They want to make sure their childe is worthy and will not taint their bloodline. She also stated that some will only sire one progeny in a lifetime. She recalled the words of her maker, explaining there was very few vampires of their blood line. So she should be very careful and selective for the one she chooses to sire, as it was considered the most precious gift to bestow upon a human, Immortality.
Serafina " Now relax my beloved Vincent, this will all be over soon. When you awake, you will see the world through a whole new set of eyes. The less you resist the better this will be. I am giving you a gift and in time, you will thank me."
With a lick of her lips, she pinned his body down on the bed. Leaning down she gave him one last kiss while he was still human before sinking her fangs into him for the third time. A wave of euphoria was over him before he blacked out. When he awoke, the world felt so different to him. He looked over and saw Serafina watching him carefully to see how he would react.
He got up and took a look out the window. He was surprised at how clearly he could see at night. He tried to recall memories of recent events, especially those of last night. When he stared her down, she spoke in a different voice, it felt almost hypnotic somehow much like how he was mesmerized by her beauty before when looking into her eyes. For some odd reason he did not feel as angry towards her as he was before. He folded his arms across his chest and told her to explain herself.
She then went into detail about the creature he has now become. What a vampire was, what it meant to be one, rules and customs they abide by. Everything her maker had told and taught her she now did the same with her progeny. He heard a slight hiss as she snake the head of a cobra pop out from between her bosom. she ran a few fingers over her pet and calmed it down. She the moved with serpent like grace, grab hold on Vincent's arm and lead him out into the world.
He was told a whole new world would open up for him and it did. They moved far away from his homeland and the land he traveled to avenge his parents untimely deaths. In time those painful memories began to fade. He still remembered his parents vividly but let go of the anguish he felt. His rage had turn to guilt for what he had done to avenge them. He realized his actions made him as bad as the marauders were, and could only imagine the disappointment his parents would have felt if they were still alive.
Serafina had given him the last name Black after herself. Serafina Black adopted the last name from her, her maker took on the name from her maker, and so on and so forth. The name became part of their special family tree as it were. It allowed them trace back their lineage back to one of their original makers in the blood line.
He traveled the world with his maker, posing as lovers everywhere they went, he slowly learned a great many things about her. one of which was her passion and taste in classical music. Her two favorite artist of all time were Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Ludwig van Beethoven. Her favorite musical instrument of choice was the piano, and her skill at playing the piano put many concert pianists to utter shame. She wanted him to try learning an instrument to see if he had a knack for it. He picked the violin as he loved how soothing and ominous it can sound. Turns out he had a talent for it and within a short amount of time had perfect his skill with the violin.
They would then go from place to play, concert to concert, putting on a show, playing as a duet or solo. It helped them raise money for their travels. Now that he was a vampire, he had all the time in the world. This allowed him to further his studies in herbalism until his knowledge had surprised his mothers and ever one else. He learned everything there was to know, and when new information came out he quickly learned that as well. He then began branching off into studying poisons, venoms, and various toxins and paralytic agents since he had use them before and was now fond of always using poison tip arrows. Eventually he learned everything there was to know, from how to make them, counteract and neutralize them, treat them, and vaccinate against them.
Aside from the violin, he also pick up playing the flute from having come across more snake charmers in his travels and began to like how a flute sounded combine with a violin. He later began to look into other forms of medical research in order to broaden his knowledge base and to be more well rounded. At one point, he ask his maker to try to teach him that hypnotic voice thing she did as it would help greatly with charming new people or a good bed side manner. Time had continue to past and the modern era had rapidly approach before he even knew it.
Having spent a thousand years with his maker, he wished to go out on his own to make his own mark in the world. She at first refused, but he learned what makes her tick, at least enough to have persuaded her to spend some time apart. She agreed only on the condition he contacts her regularly and visit every so often, or put up with her random visits. During all the time he spent with her, he did keep up with his archery training with her and learned how to used the weapon Serafina gave him as one of his rewards when he was still human. Too which he had mastered a long time ago.
Traveling on his own he moved from place to place, learning what he could and meeting new people along the way. Eventually as time passed, he found himself settling down in Seattle for the time being. He spent time learning more about modern medicine and pharmaceutical drugs and seeing how it compared to the medicine practiced back in his human years.
It took a long while, but he slowly regain a part of his old self in terms of how he use to be in his younger child hood years. He became more charming and kinder once one. Offering a smile more then he use to, and even began to help others once more.
He still wrestled with his darker nature and that seed of darkness that took root so many centuries ago had flourished during his years spent with his maker. To further his independence from his maker, he began to earn his own money absent her presence. He had recently been studying Toxicology and with his lifetime experience dealing with plants and toxins, he thought becoming a toxicologist would be a perfect job for him.
He became a physician at Seattle memorial hospital, where he worked as a doctor in secret. This was aided by the special Gem of Amara he had "acquired" in his travels. When he was not spending time playing doctor, he continued his work for the council. Often times acting as a messenger for them or enforcer. Though the latter was rarely asked of him as they had "specialists" for dealing with unsavory individuals. He kept his distance from the council and only had dealings with them when summon for a council meeting. He won the job of being a council member representative by default. There are very few vampires of his bloodline and even fewer of advance age such as he or skilled.
After some time, he began making plans to open and run his own private clinic. One where preternatural creatures could receive medical treatment away from prying Human Eyes.
Unlike other vampires, he is hardly effect by the sight or smell of blood. This has allowed him to successfully be a doctor right under the human noses. His lifetime of discipline training and advance age has attributed to his master over his BloodLust, the Thirst that all vampires are afflicted with. It was his time now, to live his own life without being under the watchful eye of his maker or so he thought.
During his trip to Atlanta, Georgia, he met a young nurse by the name of Casey Sloane, she was young, sweet, innocent, virginal and pure. He could not keep his eyes off of her much less his hands later on and knew he had to have her. So he did introduce himself to her as a fellow medical practitioner and seduced her, making her his.
He made her his pomme de sang , officially making her his property and keeping her hands off from any other vampire. When he moved to Seattle, she came with and he had her move in with him to keep her close and protect his very dear pomme de sang.
Non-paranormal skill set:
1. Master Archer :: An extremely skilled archer. He can fire arrows with great accuracy hitting even the smallest of targets with the greatest of ease even from far away. He can fire arrows in the darkest of surroundings and still hit his mark.
He is skilled in rapid fire - firing multiple arrows in rapid succession without ever missing his target.
He has unparallel skill in catching and dodging multiple arrows,and from all directions at once, even on the darkest of nights.
2. "Black Ropes" : Vincent's "Black Ropes" are garrote wires woven from the hair of young women and alchemically treated with natural oils harvested from wild animals, which gives them the consistency of steel. He ties them around his forearms and he also keeps some around his calves to use if his hands are immobilized. He uses the wires as an extension of his own body, able to tie up opponents, flay them, or use the strands to pierce like needles.
3. Herbalism : Due to his advance knowledge of using plants for medicinal purposes.
He is very skilled in using an extremely wide variety of herbs, plants, fungal and bee products, as well as minerals, shells, and certain animal parts. He can use them to treat diseases, fight off infections, the purging of intestinal parasites, aid in sleep and relaxation, as well as many other beneficial or harmful effects.
He can also synthesize a wide variety of chemical compounds that are used to perform important biological functions, and to defend against attack from predators such as insects, fungi, and herbivorous mammals. He can do many things with this talent.
4. Poison Mastery :: Thanks to his knowledge of herbalism as well as his study of many venomous and poisonous creatures and plants, he has become an expert on all things poisons, venoms, toxins, and paralytic agents.
He can create a extremely wide variety of concoctions of various poisons, venoms, toxins, and paralyzing agents. He can develop many types of antidotes, vaccines, and neutralizing agents even for things thought to be untreatable in regards to this particular field.
5. The ABC Trinity - Aconite, Belladonna, Curare :: He has complete knowledge and understanding of everything related to these three poisonous plants , aconite, belladonna, curare. Able to use them for a variety of purposes both harmful and non.
6. Serpent King :: He has a tremendous affinity for snakes, due largely in part to his blood line and his maker. He spent many decades studying snakes, learning everything there was to know about them. He serpent even more time training them. He did it the old fashion way at first, but once he learned how to call them and control this newfound ability, He was able to train multiple snakes at one time instead of one on one. He reached a point in his training where he could use subtle body gestures to give command or influence his pet snakes when they coiled around his flesh. Controlling snakes is second nature to him now, barely any effort was now needed to influence their actions.
7. Flute & Violin :: Later in life, by request of his maker, he learn to play the violin. It turn out he had a hidden talent for it, learning how to play many different melodies, hitting notes, and playing musical pieces. The songs he learned to play were so difficult that very few humans ever learned how to master it well. Few humans could hope to do what he did with the violin. He did not stop there as he picked up the flute to learn its various uses. He had seen it used in practices of snake charming and it did help with the training along side playing the violin.
Any new music notes he read, he has been able to play it as if he spent years practicing. He even learned how to use both instruments to perform subtle changes in animals or guide an animal's behavior, and to sooth many savage animals he met in the wild. His flute and violin skills are also used to stimulate the plant growth of the many plants he cultivates.
8. Wire Mastery:: He can use and control monomolecular razor wires used for wire manipulation. Skilled at entrapping or slicing his foes and targets, even use it to slow his decent by slicing up a building or a shield against projectiles.
He can use a set of monomolecular razor wires as if they were extensions of his own body. He Possess great skill wielding wires.
Wire Proficiency- The ability to use wires with great skill.
Users are able to able to demonstrate natural aptitude for the way of the wire. The user is able to wield a wire with great proficiency in range, accuracy and speed allowing them to perform feats such as wrapping then pulling things or bringing them closer, binding their opponents, scaring/lashing opponents, binding then snatching other's weapons, swinging from high altitudes and slicing the flesh of their enemies when striking at great speed.