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Group: Citizens of The Nether Lands
Member No.: 63
Joined: 11-February 08
Name: Sylvanus Verity, First of the 'True' Bloodline. Most call her, simply, Sid.
Height: 5' 8"
Build: Seductive, deceptively small.
Blood Bath: All vampires have a sense for blood, they can smell it, they can feel it, some even say they can taste it in the air. Sid takes it that one step further, studying for years in the lost arts of the 'Death Dancer's' Sid can now control it, Inside the body or out, she has a feel for it and can move it from it's ebb and flow, slowing downs someone's heart rate, or accelerating it to cause an excruciating demise.
Well Aged: Sid is centuries old, even many of the lords that are around today are dwarfed by her age, skill and resilience. Many times she has been cursed with things that would drive lesser vampires to suicide, and the lords to seek and honourable demise in the heat of battle. Yet still she remains, each and every encounter only making her better at what she does. Her night vision is perfect, as is her day vision, her speed, agility and strength are phenomenal, and her sense of smell rivals even that of the werewolves. Even when she hasn't fed for days she can move fast enough to become a blur, and hit hard enough to break even the toughest of opponents. Most of this is on par with other lords, all bar her speed. Lords move through the night without fear, it is far different for Sid. It would seem that the night moves for her, she is able to move from one spot to another almost instantaneously . The main problem is that even with her advanced sight, seeing while moving at such speeds is nigh impossible, the world is a blur, making long distance travel impossible.
Honour Bound: Vampires lords have always been notoriously hard to kill, some taking the form of trickery to escape at the last moment, others purely being unrivalled combatants capable of sensing danger before it happens. True enough the toughness of the lords has been passed on to her, but she has augmented it. Twice now after a seemingly permanent fate has gripped her she has managed to come back and strike victory. Hundreds of Vampires once witnessed her being sliced and her body burnt away only to return the next day and find their entire coven destroyed. Sid simply refuses to die, when faced with a dirt nap her body merely burns away before she returns, and when she returns, she brings the wrath of god.
Beastial Form: Across the years, it has never been uncommon for some vampires to have wings, ranging from the small, or even vestigial to the and extravagant. Sid's are, however of a different nature, She wasn't born with them, nor did they grow naturally. After draining her sire she was afflicted with a bestial form, and even since overcoming it has retained certain features. From her head sprout two horns that gently curl down to her eye level. From her back are two long, thin wings, making taking off in confined spaces difficult. They are rugged, holes and wounds cover them, yet still they manage to get her off the ground. At the top law two pitch black claws, not unlike that of bats. They are covered with skin and fur, unlike the traditional feathers. And when folded behind her back they rise above her head and almost manage to touch the ground.
It was a dark, cold night. The air was chilly and fresh. She walked unto the door. She heard an unusual noise that day, a sound that would haunt her forever. She opened the door carefully, trying not to make any noise as she did. She peered through the crack only to see a vampire feasting on her mother, her fathers intestine splattered up a wall, her little brother, a poor defenceless 9 year old, pinned to the wall by a sword. Sid was terrified, she screamed as the door flew open, The vampire looked at her with interest as she charged at him, carrying nothing but the clothes on her back. The vampire easily pushed her aside, she landed on her fathers corpse. His intestines engulfing her behind. She screamed again as she sat there. The vampire found her far more interesting then the peasants that surrounded him. With a smile the approached her, sinking his large fangs into her frozen neck. The burning of poison drew through her, while the figure walked to the door, turning only to say. "If you want me, come and get me" He ripped the sword from her brothers body as it fell with a sickening crunch. and threw it to Sid
Almost half a millennia later she stood at the body of her prey, his pale body slumped to the ground with two small puncture wounds in his neck, blood ran down her cheek. It was fulfilling, revenge, a feeling of relief mixed with the adrenaline rush of a feast. She planted her foot into its side causing it to roll down countless steps and onto the floor. She surveyed the scene before her, some clansmen remained, hissing violently at her for destroying what they held dear, but many more had already ran, viewing there own lives as the important ones. A beastly roar erupted from her, causing all in the room to flinch. Thump! One foot hit the stair below it. Thump! The other followed suit. Snap! The sickening crack of vertebrae resonated through out the room, Sid threw the body down the light of steps to its master below. Ark'Yittous the clans greatest hunter had been dispatch without so much as a flinch from the woman, something was different, something was new. Another roar emanated throughout the halls, this time many stood down, it seemed a fools errand to stop her.
Race: Vampire Lord
Friends: Few, very few.
Weapons: Although in every sense of the word Sid herself is a weapon she also carries a pair of Kusarigama, essentially a flail with a larger chain and a straight blade protruding at right angles with the handle.
Here comes Ar'kazail, ruining children's dreams, one disfunctional family at a time:
Child: "I can't wait untill Santa comes."
Ar'kazail: "You fool, Santa is not real. It's just your parents, they invented Santa so you dont keep bugging them during the christmas season. While were on the subject of fake thigs, the Easter bunny dosn't exist and the tooth fairy is a lie."
I love the sound of crying children, it makes me feel powerfull.
What Ar'kazail says to childeren at bed time:
"Good night, sleep tight, dont let the monster hiding in your closet jump out and drag you to hell."
Finding a fresh jawbone of an ass, he grabbed it and struck down a thousand men. Then Samson said: "With an asses jawbone I have made asses of them. With an asses jawbone I have slain a thousand men"
I type in blue when I am speaking or doing actions with Luna, Ar'kazail's guardien/pet
I use italics when Ar'kazail and luna are speaking to eachother with telepathy