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Firstname -Heceril
Race - Altmer
title - None
Sex - Male
Age - Unknown
Occupation - Used to be a knight until he became a vampire lord.
Faction - None
Appearance (Altmer) - Very light golden skin,very tall, Light Green eyes. Wears dark robes that has a faded and torn emblem of the Aldmeri Dominion.Fairly short Ash Blond hair which he puts to the side and and a small beard which he keeps neat and tidy.
Appearance (Vampire)- Wears dark cloth to cover up genitals. Wings have torn cloth hanging from them. Paler than most Vampire lords. White hair.
Personality - Quiet but gets problems with patients and anger. Prefers to keep to himself and perform his study...and hunting.
Social Background/Backstory - Born on the Summerset isles to a noble. He later became a knight in the army of the Aldmeri Dominion. He commanded a unit of soldiers. During his service he took pleasure in experimenting with the prisoners. He got so obsessed with his experiments. But he was suffering from a disease which shortened his long Altmer life span to only 70 years. This was nothing to him a flash and then eternal darkness. He was an Altmer a race that lived 1000 years and he was cursed by the gods to live only 70. It would be like being born only to die a day later not witnessing the beauties of the world. He cursed the Eight every day he woke up. He began to study the topic of prolonging life with no results. No book could help him the disease was incurable and there were no answers. He was in his commanders tent when he stumbled upon the book of daedra. He did not know much about the daedra and he was tired of reading about his doom. He opened up at a random page and he saw the name Molag Bal the prince of Rape. He began to quickly read over the pages and he quite clearly read out the word immortality. His face became bright at the word. Such a sweet word Immortality he could repeat it over and over again in his head. Immortality his smile grew wider. He sat at his desk all night reading about the gift of vampirism that is gifted to certain individuals by Molag Bal. Then he read about this perfect word having it's consequences. His smile faded and he became pale again. He stopped eating and drinking spending long nights in his thoughts. Was his own immortality worth the price. He remembered his early childhood when his father taught him a important lesson. " One dies when his time has come, we all have these times and you are not in the right to change this time. Only the Gods can decide the fate of all" Maybe his father was right he thought. "NO!" He said loudly that night. The Gods had cursed him for no reason the more he thought of it the angrier he became. I'm in the right to deny the gods he thought. That night he set up a shrine to the prince of Rape and summoned him just as the book told him to do. He lay on his knees begging Molag Bal weeping for him to gift him Immortality. Molag Bal told him of the price which Heceril through tears accepted. Molag Bal commanded him to complete the blood price that same day and he would be reborn. But the prince warned Heceril for if he were not to complete the price he would die that same day. Heceril lost control he could not come to do it this was his unit his pride and joy his inherited group of soldiers from his father. But death was worse than loss of honor. He completed the blood price after which he crawled into a corner and began to cry salty tears. Heceril died the next night only to be reborn as a immortal vampire lord. He had changed from one curse to another. He now had to stalk the night looking for prey to appease his growing hunger and to appease the blood price for Molag Bal his lord and savior. This curse hurts him but not as much as the fact that the gods looked away from him and cursed him until Molag Bal took him under his wing. At first he refused to feed hating the idea of it. In a week without feeding he was walking past a lake and looked at himself in the reflection. He stumbled back. He was horrified at what he had become he looked like a being from Oblivion he hid his face in shame. He had to feed the blood lust grew. He entered a village near the Town of Anvil looking for easy prey. He met a fine young woman and quickly he felt feelings for her. That night he appeased his pleasure and fed on her blood. He took her unconscious body to a cave and for weeks raped and fed on her until she died. He could not believe what he had done the young woman had a whole life ahead of her and he took it with a click of his fingers. He sat in his cave remembering her face laughing at his jokes as they sat in darkness near a lake his face covered. She loved how mysterious he was until she saw his face. Blood was a addiction now he wanted more and so he traveled to Anvil and took drunken beggars to his den. After a Month he missed the sun it's beautiful rays lighting the world with happiness. He tried to walk outside into the sun. His blood boiled and skin burnt until he bled. He was truly cursed to be a reaper of death that stalked the night. He traveled to Skyrim and made a cave near Windhelm his home. It had both protection warmth and a supply of blood which he so desperately needed. He lost emotion on the third month. The blood lust was like work now he did it without thought. He began to master control over his Vampire lord form. He realised that the blood lust was more intense in the lord form but he was an animal. He could fly float and kill without remorse. He could grasp the vampire lord form now but still could not control it at times.
Worst Memory - The way he completed the blood price. The faces of his friends will haunt him until the end of time. He takes no pleasure in the acts he must do and the acts he has performed in the past.
Skills - Heceril is known for being a great Battlemage. A great Swordsman and a great mage. He is well known for creating cures for diseases others deemed incurable due to his...experiments.
Challenges for the Character - The faces of his friends still haunt him. He wishes to return back to Summerset but is afraid of seeing his family and friends. Since he could easily have ended their lives. He has understood that he is cursed for eternity to never see home never to love never to feel emotion. His sole duty was to kill and feed.
Birthsign - The Mage
Religious Views - Heceril worships Molag Bal due to their interests meeting and his debt to the Deadra lord.
This post was last modified: April 5th 2013, 07:05 PM by Plague_Walrus
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