Introducing: Scythius

[Denton]

(I hope I'm doing this properly, please correct me if I'm doing it wrong. I have never roleplayed here before, but I'm hoping to start soon, with this character.)

 

Name: Yanus Scythius

Human Age: 33 yrs.

Vampiric Age: 152 yrs.

Clan: Quarra

Race: Imperial Male

Special Traits: Blood infected with Porphyric Hemophilia, long term infection.

 

Description: 152 years ago, Yanus Scythius was at the prime of his being. He was a young, athletic and bright commander for the Imperial Legion. He knew his way around Magicka and he knew his way around a sword. One fateful day, at a gathering of Generals, one of the present officers suggested Yanus Scythius explore the ashland regions of Morrowind and report back. Yanus was no fool and knew what that meant, it meant the officer wanted to see him set sail, and never see him return. Yanus being honourable and respecting the chain of command agreed, and he set sail for the ash isle known as Vvardenfell. Upon arriving he was what can best be described as 'pelted' by an ashlander tribe, not happy to see an Imperial officer adorned in full armour sailing in. Yanus ran, not willing to cut down the ashlanders and eventually found himself in the rocky Ashlands. It was night, and he propped his officer's saber in the soft ash-dirt in front of him. As he rested with one eye open, in case a mob of rabid ashlanders decided to start flinging some more rocks at him, he saw a shadow pass by him.

 

"No being could have missed my shimmering golden armour and continue to walk, let alone a bipedal being." he thought.

 

He was right, before he could pull his silver saber from the ground, an Imperial female was upon him. He looked up at her, and didn't fight back as she pressed him against the soft ash-dirt. He gazed at her confused, until he saw her white eyes, and fangs. He then, with his Imperial might smashed her against the tree he was resting at and held his saber high. Before he could react, she was on him again. This time however, he felt weak and saw her sucking blood from his neck. With his last ounce of strength he raised his saber, slicing her at the neck. She fell dead, and three nights later the curse had manifested. The rest is a combination of nights trying to find out what he would do, running from ashlanders and hiding. By the time of the Nerevarine and Dagoth Ur battling, he was a shadow of his former self. For one, he had grown in power. His eyes were red, his fingers had talon-claws and he could slaughter a whole village with ease.

 

Appearance: Black, hooded robe, torn in various places. A golden Ordinator-like mask, but only the face piece, no plumes or ornate designs. He carries his now-old Imperial saber and a daedric dagger.

 

Scythius does not like to reveal his vampirism, even though he could become the prince of a small town or hamlet. He only watches from alleys and forests, and only appears in the day when he absolutley must, wearing his golden mask to obscure his vampiric face and his robe to shield him from the sun.

 

Extra info:

Kills: 30x Imperial, 20x Dunmer, 6x Altmer, 17x Ancestral Ghost, 82x Vampires, 4x Werewolf.

 

As you can see, he has his fair share of Human, Elf and Werewolf vitae running through him, so much that his eyes are red, the mark of an Ancient Vampire, the dangerous ones that obsess with little things and can turn to fog and such.

 

Place of residence: None, travels.

 

'Powers' (I'd love if they were diciplines like White Wolf's Vampire: The Masquerade): Levitate, Fiery Touch, Turn to Dust, Transform to Fog, Charm, Mesmarize, Smite (Lighting and Fire damage).

 

Sorry it was a bit long.

-Denton

[HeLLL]

Hey Denton Welcome to the forums :lol: Im HeLLL a Altmer Mage born and breed in Summerset. Hoefully Ill see you in a RP soon. Have fun B)