Kuroi Honoo
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Important Notice: PLEASE DO NOT READ if you have not already read Helvetes Gjenfødelse [Infernal Rebirth] as it continues the story of one of those characters.
And for those of you who have read the first Fanfiction, here is a link to the last chapter in case you feel the need to refresh yourself:
Prologue: All races of creatures were as discreet as possible which enabled these frightening and cunning hunters to have a higher rate of pursuing their prey; mainly humans with ease. This fact was part of the reason for why the unsuspecting villager Octavian was cursed into a beast and his village sacrificed at the hands of a dominating Pure-blooded Vampire. Octavian attempted several times to hunt the Lycanthrope down but ultimately decided to devote the rest of his life to his family whom all had yet to know the devastating cursed truth. He from then on always possessed guilt over the fact that the Lycanthrope would live on to commit more murders and or turn others.
The story continues...
[Date setting: Jan. 27 1816]
[Location setting: Sighisoara City, Mures County, Transylvania, Romania, Lulian’s Castle]
Narrator: Upon Octavian exiting the castle; thoughts of the tragic day his village was murdered engulfed his mind.
[Flashback]
Narrator: Octavian used to go out for quiet strolls to relax himself after a hard days work but ever since being cursed, he used it solely as an excuse to patrol his village. The calm religious man turned paranoid would strive to protect his family even though he had yet to even harness his monstrosity. The walks were always brief and once he began heading back home; loving thoughts of his family would always enter his mind. One day, Octavian arrived to the entrance of his village and viewed a group of cloaked figures biting and murdering the villagers. Without a seconds thought, Octavian transformed and moved in for the murderous enemies with alarming speed. However, each figure easily countered his multiple claw slashes with incredible reflexes. The leader who then unveiled his face; withdrew a silver bladed dagger.
Lulian: So you’re a villager here I presume..well take a good look at the one whom initiated this all! *snicker*
Narrator: Octavian then stared into his cold eyes and never again forgot his scent. Lulian proceeded to slash at him and his gang ensued his lead. Smoke exuded out of the large gashes and the excruciating pain caused him to weaken immensely. Due to the number of foes against him, he quickly began to struggle and tire in a losing fight. Silver inhibited the Lycanthrope’s natural healing process and as a result, Octavian’s life hanged in the balance.
Aurel: Master Lulian-this is becoming quite boresome-
Ruxandra: He’s rather cute in a scrawny dog way *snicker*
Lulian: Attempting to make me jealous?-
Ruxandra: Maybe a little *giggle*
Flaviu: Master Lulian-I’m dying for the fireworks!
Aurel: Yes I don’t want to be here anymore than I have to be-the fact that this village contained one of these grotesque beasts simply disgusts me to the highest!
Lulian: Well-
Ciprian : I apologize master Lulian as you know how inpatient my brother can be-
Lulian: No matter-I was becoming increasingly disgusted at this pitiful excuse for a sight
*Spit*
Ruxandra: *Giggle*
[Side Character Insight:
Aurel]
[Side Character Insight: Ruxandra]
[Side Character Insight: Flaviu]
[Side Character Insight: Ciprian]
Narrator: Octavian who began to fade in and out of consciousness then helplessly witnessed Lulian set the small village homes ablaze with his gang.
Octavian: (Stuttering) NNnnnoo...*panting*
Narrator: Several tears ran down his cheeks as images of his wife and child surfaced.
Octavian: (In thought) Oh my beautiful Terezia and precious Sarika I’ve let you down...
[Character Insight: Terezia]
[Character Insight: Sarika]
[Flashback ends]
Narrator: He then reflected back on his former master.
Octavian: (In thought) I was beside myself with grief that the chance to thank you Tiberiu quickly slipped away for allowing me to join and exact revenge on the gang leader who stole my wife, child and everyone else including you...I even left our allies but I will return to them one day-I promise...
Narrator: He calmly stated in his mind as he took to the air.
Octavian: (In thought) I’m already picking up a few scents but not nearly as sinister as that beast-I need to wait at least until dusk but before then I...
Narrator: Octavian then remembered that once he was to transform back to human form, he would possess no clothing and he also required a weapon of silver. He stealthy darted through the city in a blur and stole several rags off of a material stand. Octavian threw the rags over himself in a shroud-like manner, then entered the city in search for a place with any sort of silver. He soon locates an antique store, enters it and heads for the vast glass stand which encased many different valuable items. He then comes across a short sword sheathed in its scabbard attached to a sword belt with a sign underneath stating "made of pure silver".
Octavian: (Whispering) Forgive me my God...
Narrator: In the instance that followed, he transforms only his hand, smashes through the glass and seizes the antique weapon; placing it amidst his shrouded rags. The sound of shattering glass instantly alerts the merchant in the Lythimpir’s direction.
Merchant: (Shouting) Hey youu...huh?..
Narrator: Before the male retailer was able to even glance at the thief; fragments of broken glass scattered on the counters and floor is all that can be viewed. The merchant quickly flips over his counter top and rushes to the front entrance in a desperate attempt to locate the tall enshrouded man but to his dismay notices that he was long gone hidden in between the throng. Unbeknownst to the merchant, the thieving Octavian had vanished into the air rather than disappear into the crowd. Upon exiting the city, any scents of Lycanthropes previously picked up began to gradually fade as he then viewed huge lush and tree filled hills that surrounded the city outskirts. He instantly knew it was the perfect location for him to settle. Once he choose the area, he then transformed back and rested his back on a tree and waited for the appropriate time. Hours began to pass and his body received some of the much needed rest it had been yearning for. Bright sun rays began to shine over the trees and hills as the blinding yellow orb in the sky proceeded to set.
Octavian: (In thought) Finally!
Narrator: At the first sign of dusk; Octavian transformed and flew into the sky for the next city as he had begun to pick up more traces of the Lycanthropes in that area.
[Location setting: Timișoara City, Timiş County]
Octavian: (In thought) So it appears you’re heading towards Serbia...is this your routine-selecting random victims from different towns then entering another country?...just how many have you killed or even worse-turned?!
Narrator: He continued on as the scent led him from cities to towns and finally towards Transylvania’s outskirts.
[Location setting: near Arad City, Arad County]
Narrator: He sensed blood and landed onto the ground as he reverted back to human form.
Octavian: (In thought) Not another victim!
Narrator: A crowd of people are seen surrounding a body on the ground.
Villager #1: (Shouting) Someone get a doctor!
Villager #2: (Frantic tone) I will!
Narrator: Octavian then rushed over to the bloodied person who was somewhat surrounded by a crowd. He was heaving heavily and blood oozed out of his mouth with every cough.
Villager #3: Is he going to make it?
Villager #4: I don’t think so..
Octavian: Who did this to you?
Victim: *Panting* Mmmmannbbeaaasssss..*exhale*
Octavian: (In thought) With his dying breath...I’m sorry I got to you too late..
Villager #5: Poor thing-
Villager #6: (Shouting) He’s the latest victim of the beast-we’re all d-
Narrator: Before the rowdy frantic middle-aged man could finish his desperate screeching, his face then collides with the ground due to a blow from Octavian’s fist and falls unconscious. The small crowd is then a bit taken back by the brief incident.
Octavian: (In thought) This situation cannot escalate into a riot or who knows how many more murders there will be!
Villager #7: (Shouting) Hey-why did you hit him!
Octavian: (In thought) So it appears that bastard does not want to turn anymore of his prey but simply kill them-there will be no more victims!
Villager #7: (Shouting) Don't ignore me!
Narrator: He then closed his eyes and recited a quick prayer before heading off in the direction of his target’s scent; disregarding that villager's outburst.
[Location setting: near Transylvania outskirts]
Narrator: As the bestial hybrid neared the city’s exit, he then sensed a familiar scent from behind. He turned around to see a figure who starred with eyes that glowed in a bright pink.
Octavian: Its you!
Dracul: (Shouting in a deranged tone) I’ve come to avenge my master!
[Character Insight: Dracul]
Octavian: (In thought) I’ve got to lead him away from the city!
Narrator: He frantically thought as he transformed and ascended into sky. Dracul relentlessly followed from behind. After several minutes, Octavian then lands onto the ground, feeling comfortable with the distance between the innocent and the menacing Pure-blooded Vampire as he quickly stripped himself of his shroud.
Octavian: (In thought) I should have ended him at that time..I-
Narrator: Within seconds an enraged Dracul disappears and reappears aside Octavian; striking him with his intense pink colored sickle-like weapon. Octavian narrowly avoids the blade and receives a gash across his left cheek which would have otherwise gravely wounded his neck.
Octavian: (In thought) He is different from before-
Narrator: Numerous swings are made as small darkened pink orbs materialize heading in the bestial’s direction. Wings begin to flap and Octavian takes off, however the orbs follow from behind.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) Its no use! *snicker*
Octavian: (In thought) He can control them!
Narrator: As Octavian suspected, Dracul used his mind to direct the orbs.
Octavian: (In thought) They’re fast!
Narrator: He comes to a sharp stop, turns around quickly, opening his mouth and sends ultrasonic and howling sound waves onto the orbs. Although, the projectiles are affected, it isn’t enough to stop their course as they continue onwards and begin to increase in speed.
Octavian: (In thought) I cannot afford any wounds as his attacks will obstruct my ability to heal and the more I’m delayed-the further that beast gets!
Narrator: Striving for a plan; the bestial then comes to a conclusion. He begins to fly upwards and turned in Dracul’s direction as he increased his speed. Their bodies came into extreme close proximity before Octavian shifted towards the sky in an attempt to impact Dracul instead. The Lythimpir then quickly turned his head to view the results which displayed an unscathed Dracul and the orbs absent.
Octavian: (In thought) Where!-
Narrator: Suddenly, the rosy spheres appeared aside Octavian as they all begin barraging his body.
Octavian: (Screaming) Gyaaa!!!
Monster Encyclopedia
Note: Thank you to all who took the time to read it and I would appreciate it if you could give me some constructive criticism
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Helvetes Gjenfødelse Side Story: Record of the Tragic
Act 1
Act 1
Prologue: All races of creatures were as discreet as possible which enabled these frightening and cunning hunters to have a higher rate of pursuing their prey; mainly humans with ease. This fact was part of the reason for why the unsuspecting villager Octavian was cursed into a beast and his village sacrificed at the hands of a dominating Pure-blooded Vampire. Octavian attempted several times to hunt the Lycanthrope down but ultimately decided to devote the rest of his life to his family whom all had yet to know the devastating cursed truth. He from then on always possessed guilt over the fact that the Lycanthrope would live on to commit more murders and or turn others.
The story continues...
[Date setting: Jan. 27 1816]
[Location setting: Sighisoara City, Mures County, Transylvania, Romania, Lulian’s Castle]
Narrator: Upon Octavian exiting the castle; thoughts of the tragic day his village was murdered engulfed his mind.
[Flashback]
Narrator: Octavian used to go out for quiet strolls to relax himself after a hard days work but ever since being cursed, he used it solely as an excuse to patrol his village. The calm religious man turned paranoid would strive to protect his family even though he had yet to even harness his monstrosity. The walks were always brief and once he began heading back home; loving thoughts of his family would always enter his mind. One day, Octavian arrived to the entrance of his village and viewed a group of cloaked figures biting and murdering the villagers. Without a seconds thought, Octavian transformed and moved in for the murderous enemies with alarming speed. However, each figure easily countered his multiple claw slashes with incredible reflexes. The leader who then unveiled his face; withdrew a silver bladed dagger.
Lulian: So you’re a villager here I presume..well take a good look at the one whom initiated this all! *snicker*
Narrator: Octavian then stared into his cold eyes and never again forgot his scent. Lulian proceeded to slash at him and his gang ensued his lead. Smoke exuded out of the large gashes and the excruciating pain caused him to weaken immensely. Due to the number of foes against him, he quickly began to struggle and tire in a losing fight. Silver inhibited the Lycanthrope’s natural healing process and as a result, Octavian’s life hanged in the balance.
Aurel: Master Lulian-this is becoming quite boresome-
Ruxandra: He’s rather cute in a scrawny dog way *snicker*
Lulian: Attempting to make me jealous?-
Ruxandra: Maybe a little *giggle*
Flaviu: Master Lulian-I’m dying for the fireworks!
Aurel: Yes I don’t want to be here anymore than I have to be-the fact that this village contained one of these grotesque beasts simply disgusts me to the highest!
Lulian: Well-
Ciprian : I apologize master Lulian as you know how inpatient my brother can be-
Lulian: No matter-I was becoming increasingly disgusted at this pitiful excuse for a sight
*Spit*
Ruxandra: *Giggle*
[Side Character Insight:
Aurel]
† Hair: Dark brown, short length
† Eyes: Dark green
† Weight: 149
† Height: 5‘6
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Mid 30-40 (Appearance wise)
† Eyes: Dark green
† Weight: 149
† Height: 5‘6
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Mid 30-40 (Appearance wise)
[Side Character Insight: Ruxandra]
† Hair: Blondish-light brown, straight, lower back length
† Eyes: Dark gray
† Weight: 125
† Height: 5‘6
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Female
† Age: Early 20 (Appearance wise)
† Eyes: Dark gray
† Weight: 125
† Height: 5‘6
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Female
† Age: Early 20 (Appearance wise)
[Side Character Insight: Flaviu]
† Hair: Blondish-light brown, straight, lower back length
† Eyes: Dark red
† Weight: 135
† Height: 5‘9
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Early to mid 20 (Appearance wise)
† Eyes: Dark red
† Weight: 135
† Height: 5‘9
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Early to mid 20 (Appearance wise)
[Side Character Insight: Ciprian]
† Hair: Black, straight, shoulder length, bun
† Eyes: Bright white
† Weight: 148
† Height: 5‘10
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: 30-40 (Appearance wise)
† Eyes: Bright white
† Weight: 148
† Height: 5‘10
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: 30-40 (Appearance wise)
Narrator: Octavian who began to fade in and out of consciousness then helplessly witnessed Lulian set the small village homes ablaze with his gang.
Octavian: (Stuttering) NNnnnoo...*panting*
Narrator: Several tears ran down his cheeks as images of his wife and child surfaced.
Octavian: (In thought) Oh my beautiful Terezia and precious Sarika I’ve let you down...
[Character Insight: Terezia]
† Hair: Brunette, below shoulder length
† Eyes: Light brown
† Weight: 131
† Height: 5’6
† Ethnicity: Hungarian
† Gender: Female
† Age: 22 (before death)
† Eyes: Light brown
† Weight: 131
† Height: 5’6
† Ethnicity: Hungarian
† Gender: Female
† Age: 22 (before death)
[Character Insight: Sarika]
† Hair: Light brown, shoulder length
† Eyes: Amber
† Weight: 52
† Height: 3’8
† Ethnicity: Half Romanian/Hungarian
† Gender: Female
† Age: 5 (before death)
† Eyes: Amber
† Weight: 52
† Height: 3’8
† Ethnicity: Half Romanian/Hungarian
† Gender: Female
† Age: 5 (before death)
[Flashback ends]
Narrator: He then reflected back on his former master.
Octavian: (In thought) I was beside myself with grief that the chance to thank you Tiberiu quickly slipped away for allowing me to join and exact revenge on the gang leader who stole my wife, child and everyone else including you...I even left our allies but I will return to them one day-I promise...
Narrator: He calmly stated in his mind as he took to the air.
Octavian: (In thought) I’m already picking up a few scents but not nearly as sinister as that beast-I need to wait at least until dusk but before then I...
Narrator: Octavian then remembered that once he was to transform back to human form, he would possess no clothing and he also required a weapon of silver. He stealthy darted through the city in a blur and stole several rags off of a material stand. Octavian threw the rags over himself in a shroud-like manner, then entered the city in search for a place with any sort of silver. He soon locates an antique store, enters it and heads for the vast glass stand which encased many different valuable items. He then comes across a short sword sheathed in its scabbard attached to a sword belt with a sign underneath stating "made of pure silver".
Octavian: (Whispering) Forgive me my God...
Narrator: In the instance that followed, he transforms only his hand, smashes through the glass and seizes the antique weapon; placing it amidst his shrouded rags. The sound of shattering glass instantly alerts the merchant in the Lythimpir’s direction.
Merchant: (Shouting) Hey youu...huh?..
Narrator: Before the male retailer was able to even glance at the thief; fragments of broken glass scattered on the counters and floor is all that can be viewed. The merchant quickly flips over his counter top and rushes to the front entrance in a desperate attempt to locate the tall enshrouded man but to his dismay notices that he was long gone hidden in between the throng. Unbeknownst to the merchant, the thieving Octavian had vanished into the air rather than disappear into the crowd. Upon exiting the city, any scents of Lycanthropes previously picked up began to gradually fade as he then viewed huge lush and tree filled hills that surrounded the city outskirts. He instantly knew it was the perfect location for him to settle. Once he choose the area, he then transformed back and rested his back on a tree and waited for the appropriate time. Hours began to pass and his body received some of the much needed rest it had been yearning for. Bright sun rays began to shine over the trees and hills as the blinding yellow orb in the sky proceeded to set.
Octavian: (In thought) Finally!
Narrator: At the first sign of dusk; Octavian transformed and flew into the sky for the next city as he had begun to pick up more traces of the Lycanthropes in that area.
[Location setting: Timișoara City, Timiş County]
Octavian: (In thought) So it appears you’re heading towards Serbia...is this your routine-selecting random victims from different towns then entering another country?...just how many have you killed or even worse-turned?!
Narrator: He continued on as the scent led him from cities to towns and finally towards Transylvania’s outskirts.
[Location setting: near Arad City, Arad County]
Narrator: He sensed blood and landed onto the ground as he reverted back to human form.
Octavian: (In thought) Not another victim!
Narrator: A crowd of people are seen surrounding a body on the ground.
Villager #1: (Shouting) Someone get a doctor!
Villager #2: (Frantic tone) I will!
Narrator: Octavian then rushed over to the bloodied person who was somewhat surrounded by a crowd. He was heaving heavily and blood oozed out of his mouth with every cough.
Villager #3: Is he going to make it?
Villager #4: I don’t think so..
Octavian: Who did this to you?
Victim: *Panting* Mmmmannbbeaaasssss..*exhale*
Octavian: (In thought) With his dying breath...I’m sorry I got to you too late..
Villager #5: Poor thing-
Villager #6: (Shouting) He’s the latest victim of the beast-we’re all d-
Narrator: Before the rowdy frantic middle-aged man could finish his desperate screeching, his face then collides with the ground due to a blow from Octavian’s fist and falls unconscious. The small crowd is then a bit taken back by the brief incident.
Octavian: (In thought) This situation cannot escalate into a riot or who knows how many more murders there will be!
Villager #7: (Shouting) Hey-why did you hit him!
Octavian: (In thought) So it appears that bastard does not want to turn anymore of his prey but simply kill them-there will be no more victims!
Villager #7: (Shouting) Don't ignore me!
Narrator: He then closed his eyes and recited a quick prayer before heading off in the direction of his target’s scent; disregarding that villager's outburst.
[Location setting: near Transylvania outskirts]
Narrator: As the bestial hybrid neared the city’s exit, he then sensed a familiar scent from behind. He turned around to see a figure who starred with eyes that glowed in a bright pink.
Octavian: Its you!
Dracul: (Shouting in a deranged tone) I’ve come to avenge my master!
[Character Insight: Dracul]
† Hair: Dark blonde, short-mid length
† Eyes: Dark pink
† Weight: 93 (originally 126)
† Height: 4‘5 (originally 5’9)
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Early to mid late 20 (When in adult form and also has an appearance of roughly age 10 when in changed form)
[Weapon Insight]
† A blood aura coated sickle-like object. A slash from this weapon has the ability to inhibit any sort of healing. Can produce spherical projectiles that are controlled by the mind.
† Eyes: Dark pink
† Weight: 93 (originally 126)
† Height: 4‘5 (originally 5’9)
† Ethnicity: Romanian
† Gender: Male
† Age: Early to mid late 20 (When in adult form and also has an appearance of roughly age 10 when in changed form)
[Weapon Insight]
† A blood aura coated sickle-like object. A slash from this weapon has the ability to inhibit any sort of healing. Can produce spherical projectiles that are controlled by the mind.
Octavian: (In thought) I’ve got to lead him away from the city!
Narrator: He frantically thought as he transformed and ascended into sky. Dracul relentlessly followed from behind. After several minutes, Octavian then lands onto the ground, feeling comfortable with the distance between the innocent and the menacing Pure-blooded Vampire as he quickly stripped himself of his shroud.
Octavian: (In thought) I should have ended him at that time..I-
Narrator: Within seconds an enraged Dracul disappears and reappears aside Octavian; striking him with his intense pink colored sickle-like weapon. Octavian narrowly avoids the blade and receives a gash across his left cheek which would have otherwise gravely wounded his neck.
Octavian: (In thought) He is different from before-
Narrator: Numerous swings are made as small darkened pink orbs materialize heading in the bestial’s direction. Wings begin to flap and Octavian takes off, however the orbs follow from behind.
Dracul: (Shouting in deranged tone) Its no use! *snicker*
Octavian: (In thought) He can control them!
Narrator: As Octavian suspected, Dracul used his mind to direct the orbs.
Octavian: (In thought) They’re fast!
Narrator: He comes to a sharp stop, turns around quickly, opening his mouth and sends ultrasonic and howling sound waves onto the orbs. Although, the projectiles are affected, it isn’t enough to stop their course as they continue onwards and begin to increase in speed.
Octavian: (In thought) I cannot afford any wounds as his attacks will obstruct my ability to heal and the more I’m delayed-the further that beast gets!
Narrator: Striving for a plan; the bestial then comes to a conclusion. He begins to fly upwards and turned in Dracul’s direction as he increased his speed. Their bodies came into extreme close proximity before Octavian shifted towards the sky in an attempt to impact Dracul instead. The Lythimpir then quickly turned his head to view the results which displayed an unscathed Dracul and the orbs absent.
Octavian: (In thought) Where!-
Narrator: Suddenly, the rosy spheres appeared aside Octavian as they all begin barraging his body.
Octavian: (Screaming) Gyaaa!!!
Act 1 End
Monster Encyclopedia
[Insight: Lycanthrope]
† Description: Is one who is bitten by another Lycanthrope during a full moon and thus cursed. After the next full moon and their official transformation, they can then transform at will on any given time of day. They possess incredible hunting and killing capabilities. They have a deep tone of voice. They cannot be harmed by conventional weapons. Any kind of silver is its only weakness and can lead to its death.
† Appearance: It usually has a height of around 6'5 to 7‘0 weighing of about two hundred-fifty to three hundred pounds. A bulky body, silvery fur, long thick claws, large jaw, massive fangs, powerful mid to long length tail and huge hind legs in appearance. Its origin is Europe.
† Abilities: They are extremely powerful, possessing supernatural levels of strength, speed, agility, endurance, regenerative capabilities, enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing. The Lycanthrope is able to hear the beating heart of its prey and can see extremely well in the dark being able to track its prey for miles by scent alone.
[Insight: Lythimpir]
† Description: Is a self named term Octavian gives himself and is one who transcends that of a Lycanthrope by means of ingesting the blood of a vampire. This form does not require sleep. This hybrid form is unique as Lycanthropes and Vampires are mortal enemies.
† Appearance: His hybrid form is completed as his hair takes on a raven color and grows out above his lower back, bat-like ears replace the Lycanthrope ears, the Lycanthrope snout retracts creating a more humanoid visage, irises slit in two colored silver and raven which overlap each other resembling an x. He gains vampire fangs. His body from head to toe becomes silver colored and is elongated. The waist down is covered in raven colored fur. Bat-like wings; raven in color protrude one from the right arm and left leg located on the right side of his wrist and from the back of his ankle that spread with a wingspan of about six feet. His tail thinned out and grew several feet in length.
† Abilities: His healing capabilities, strength and stamina have further heightened. He is able to expel powerful winds due to his wrist and ankle wings as well as able to emit ultrasonic and howling sound waves from his mouth. He did not acquire the rare aura gene from Tiberiu due to his combatant Lycanthrope blood.
[Insight: Vampire]
† Description: They are immortal and do not require oxygen, food, and only feed on blood. They cast no shadow and have no reflection. They cannot enter a house unless he or she is invited in by the owner. However, after the first time, that invited vampire can come and go as desired. They will always require their respected coffin to sleep in or else the result is death. If the Vampire goes without feeding or is prevented from doing so for an extended period of time then they steadily begin to weaken; revealing their true age. Garlic and holy items such as crucifixes, rosaries and holy water could ward away or harm Vampires. They are unable to cross running water or walk on consecrated ground such as those of churches and temples. Long periods of sunlight exposure, a wooden stake to the heart, severing the head or not being able to ingest blood is fatal. There are two different types of Vampires; pure-bloods and one who is turned. Its origin is central and eastern Europe.
† Appearance: They have a pale appearance and are cool to the touch.
† Abilities: They possesses supernatural strength, speed, agility, reflexes, endurance, hypnosis, keen senses such as sight, smell, hearing, and touch. However, their formidable abilities are limited by blood and their powers are often limited during the day.
[Insight: Pure-blood Vampire]
† Description: Is the result of one born from a genuine vampire mother and father. Is one who has vampire ethnicity and is born into a family of money; an aristocrat of sorts. Pure-blooded Vampires are rare and considered high ranked in the vampire ethnicity.
† Abilities: The only difference between a pure-blood and turned Vampire is the level in strength.
† Description: Is one who is bitten by another Lycanthrope during a full moon and thus cursed. After the next full moon and their official transformation, they can then transform at will on any given time of day. They possess incredible hunting and killing capabilities. They have a deep tone of voice. They cannot be harmed by conventional weapons. Any kind of silver is its only weakness and can lead to its death.
† Appearance: It usually has a height of around 6'5 to 7‘0 weighing of about two hundred-fifty to three hundred pounds. A bulky body, silvery fur, long thick claws, large jaw, massive fangs, powerful mid to long length tail and huge hind legs in appearance. Its origin is Europe.
† Abilities: They are extremely powerful, possessing supernatural levels of strength, speed, agility, endurance, regenerative capabilities, enhanced senses of sight, smell and hearing. The Lycanthrope is able to hear the beating heart of its prey and can see extremely well in the dark being able to track its prey for miles by scent alone.
[Insight: Lythimpir]
† Description: Is a self named term Octavian gives himself and is one who transcends that of a Lycanthrope by means of ingesting the blood of a vampire. This form does not require sleep. This hybrid form is unique as Lycanthropes and Vampires are mortal enemies.
† Appearance: His hybrid form is completed as his hair takes on a raven color and grows out above his lower back, bat-like ears replace the Lycanthrope ears, the Lycanthrope snout retracts creating a more humanoid visage, irises slit in two colored silver and raven which overlap each other resembling an x. He gains vampire fangs. His body from head to toe becomes silver colored and is elongated. The waist down is covered in raven colored fur. Bat-like wings; raven in color protrude one from the right arm and left leg located on the right side of his wrist and from the back of his ankle that spread with a wingspan of about six feet. His tail thinned out and grew several feet in length.
† Abilities: His healing capabilities, strength and stamina have further heightened. He is able to expel powerful winds due to his wrist and ankle wings as well as able to emit ultrasonic and howling sound waves from his mouth. He did not acquire the rare aura gene from Tiberiu due to his combatant Lycanthrope blood.
[Insight: Vampire]
† Description: They are immortal and do not require oxygen, food, and only feed on blood. They cast no shadow and have no reflection. They cannot enter a house unless he or she is invited in by the owner. However, after the first time, that invited vampire can come and go as desired. They will always require their respected coffin to sleep in or else the result is death. If the Vampire goes without feeding or is prevented from doing so for an extended period of time then they steadily begin to weaken; revealing their true age. Garlic and holy items such as crucifixes, rosaries and holy water could ward away or harm Vampires. They are unable to cross running water or walk on consecrated ground such as those of churches and temples. Long periods of sunlight exposure, a wooden stake to the heart, severing the head or not being able to ingest blood is fatal. There are two different types of Vampires; pure-bloods and one who is turned. Its origin is central and eastern Europe.
† Appearance: They have a pale appearance and are cool to the touch.
† Abilities: They possesses supernatural strength, speed, agility, reflexes, endurance, hypnosis, keen senses such as sight, smell, hearing, and touch. However, their formidable abilities are limited by blood and their powers are often limited during the day.
[Insight: Pure-blood Vampire]
† Description: Is the result of one born from a genuine vampire mother and father. Is one who has vampire ethnicity and is born into a family of money; an aristocrat of sorts. Pure-blooded Vampires are rare and considered high ranked in the vampire ethnicity.
† Abilities: The only difference between a pure-blood and turned Vampire is the level in strength.
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