Post by armand on Apr 26, 2009 9:05:54 GMT -5
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Name: Armand
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Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race:: Roman, Egyptian
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Name: Armand
Alias: None
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race:: Roman, Egyptian
Powers/Abilities:
Age: 549 (appears between 18-20)
Height:
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I remember little of my earliest childhood. The little I do remember is that of a wasting feverish illness that could have easily ended my young life. I remember slavery and servitude. I remember a long voyage where I was caged with others and treated as little more then an animal. Times back then were hard, but the life of a child abducted and put into slavery was not one that I would have wished on anyone. A child had no voice as they do today. No one to protect that one mistreated and abused lost soul. The life of a slave was not easy. I was forced to do whatever was asked of me, just as others of my kind where. I have seen first hand the worse of men’s passions and cruelty.
Maybe in this, is where my hatred of men resides and my love. That said, when I reached my 10th mortal year as a child I was put on that auction block for the last time. Maximus my beloved new owner bought me. With him I was never again to know the suffering of the child but the delicate delights of the heart, mind and flesh. I was educated, given the finest of tutors. Me and the other children, all lovely boys of great skill and appeal. But I was his favorite. The one that he would one day bestow his dark secret upon. A life long companion to spend the long lonely century’s with.
Maximus was a wealthy man, one of brilliance and cunning. I became his faithful confidant, his fallen angel, and he was my fallen god, a deity of all that is beautiful and magical. Venus held not a candle to him in the eyes of that lonely and once lost child. Maximus was one of endless patience. He waited until I was of an age that I would be able to take care of myself. A true gentlemen, back when vampires had a certain class and elegance that many lack today. I was not turned until I had become a young man in my early twenties. Unfortunately fate was not kind and our paths where separated after such a small and short time. As a young vampire I traveled. This may seem surprising but I was not left without means and ways. Hiding within shipping crates to find myself after months of travel within new ports to explore. From Rome, to Greece. From Britannia to Egypt. I traveled the world round.
After a time I joined up with a rather large clan of cultish vampires. They where everything that your typical movie vampires are today. They where loud and rude, violence and seduction was the norm. I fell upon this life style for a time with complete disregard for anyone and everything. It was truly the low point of my unlife. But how I loved it. To kill without regret, to kill without caring who got in the way. How my master would have been angered by this disregard for the way we flaunted our power and took what we wanted. We cared not for keeping the great secret, and killed those who threatened us, when it was revealed.
Maybe in this, is where my hatred of men resides and my love. That said, when I reached my 10th mortal year as a child I was put on that auction block for the last time. Maximus my beloved new owner bought me. With him I was never again to know the suffering of the child but the delicate delights of the heart, mind and flesh. I was educated, given the finest of tutors. Me and the other children, all lovely boys of great skill and appeal. But I was his favorite. The one that he would one day bestow his dark secret upon. A life long companion to spend the long lonely century’s with.
Maximus was a wealthy man, one of brilliance and cunning. I became his faithful confidant, his fallen angel, and he was my fallen god, a deity of all that is beautiful and magical. Venus held not a candle to him in the eyes of that lonely and once lost child. Maximus was one of endless patience. He waited until I was of an age that I would be able to take care of myself. A true gentlemen, back when vampires had a certain class and elegance that many lack today. I was not turned until I had become a young man in my early twenties. Unfortunately fate was not kind and our paths where separated after such a small and short time. As a young vampire I traveled. This may seem surprising but I was not left without means and ways. Hiding within shipping crates to find myself after months of travel within new ports to explore. From Rome, to Greece. From Britannia to Egypt. I traveled the world round.
After a time I joined up with a rather large clan of cultish vampires. They where everything that your typical movie vampires are today. They where loud and rude, violence and seduction was the norm. I fell upon this life style for a time with complete disregard for anyone and everything. It was truly the low point of my unlife. But how I loved it. To kill without regret, to kill without caring who got in the way. How my master would have been angered by this disregard for the way we flaunted our power and took what we wanted. We cared not for keeping the great secret, and killed those who threatened us, when it was revealed.
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