Post by Viktor Ealdor on Nov 6, 2013 11:38:35 GMT -4
Viktor Ealdor 857 Magi Daniel Craig Art | TIMEZONE: EDT A gentleman through and through, not only does Viktor play the part, but he represents it. Carrying himself with dignity, he always have a clean-cut looking. Rarely a man without a suit on, he had quite an impressive collection from over the years. He walks with power and courage, hoping to inspire other Magi that the dark is not something to be frightened.
DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: FATHER: William. (Deceased) MOTHER: Isabella. (Deceased) SIBLINGS: None. OTHER FAMILY: None. OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: None (yet). HISTORY: “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” The Birth Of A Monster The beginning was a blessed one: into the bright world entered the boy with brilliant blue eyes. Upon Viktor’s entry, he was basked in the shimmering faces of his father, William, and his mother, Isabella. Both whom were respected Magi of their time, and could instantly tell that their son would aspire to greatness. What they did not know was the suffering he would have to endure first. His childhood consisted of many happy memories. His parents were patient and kind, and allowed him to grow through experience, rather than being told what to do. At an unusually young age, he displayed extraordinary talent when it came to magic. With a helping hand, he quickly learned to control the energies within him to perform wondrous feats. He had a knack for illusion, and would often play innocent jokes on his parents who were amused by his creativity. Despite the joyous time they spent as a family, his parents knew there were dangers present in the world that they managed to protect their son from. They were realistic, however, and knew they could not defend him forever. The times were simple back then: kill or be killed. There was little order or justice, unlike today. One had to be prepared to guard themselves to stay alive. Thus, as he matured, his parents began to develop his powers both defensively, as well as offensively. Just as he did as a child, his progress was swift. Years of training and travelling had passed, and he found himself to be eighteen. Along with his parents, Viktor explored the world. Typically, they avoided grand cities because they did not want to draw attention to themselves. They only entered if they were looking for information or visiting a unique sight. Not only did his parents teach him about magic and how to use it, but they also taught him history and science. More importantly, they taught him about the supernatural world. Tales of blood-drinkers and human-beasts were his bedtime stories. William and Isabella wanted their son to be informed so he would not be taken by surprise, if the time came. Nevertheless, the time did come, and no amount of preparation could prepare him for it. On their travels, regardless of their best efforts, they could not stay hidden from those with ill-intent for long. For several months, the family had been stalked by an ominous shadow. Blood-red eyes followed them wherever they walked. To their misfortune, they had captured the attention of a particularly devious and malicious Vampire, by the name of Markus. This Vampire sought power and control. He was in the process of building a small army of Vampires he himself had turned when he picked up the scent of the Magi. Not only was Magi blood euphoric, having one on his side would be helpful in many situations. Thus, Markus set his eyes upon Viktor – the young Magi would only become more powerful, exceeding his parents. And with a glimmer of excitement in his eye, Markus prepared to strike. Viktor was never a boy to fear the dark; however, when night came, he would know terror first-hand. As the sun set upon their temporary home in the countryside, Viktor felt an uneasy sensation in his stomach. Something was not right, but he was too tired to indulge his curiosity. Pushing aside his feeling of discomfort, sleep fell over him. To this day, he cannot remember what the last thing he said to his parents was… He hopes it was something nice. Awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of rustling, he soon realized the sound came from within his home. Fright clutched his heart as he left his bed to blindly venture towards his parents room. Maybe it was nothing more than some wildlife running across the boards. Maybe it was a gust of wind blowing a tree against the walls. No, it was none of these. The image he would soon see is still burned into his mind, even after all these centuries. Reaching his parents’ room, he raised his hand and a small flame illuminated the horror scene that lay out before him. His parents’ motionless bodies lay strewn across the ground. The floorboards dark and sticky with the red ichor that leaked from the bodies. Even after several moments after their slaying, their faces were struck with terror. He could not help the reaction to vomit at his feet – not just from disgust, but from shock. He was stuck with a raging storm of emotion. A miserable sense of loneliness. A debilitating sense of sadness. A burning fire of anger. Who could have done this?! A question that would be answered sooner than later. From the corner of the room, silent as death, a ‘man’ stepped forth. It took Viktor several moments before he became aware of the presence. Upon realizing he was not alone, he was became a mixed bag of terrified and enraged. He tried to back out of the room because his gut told him he found the source of his parents’ demise, and it was a force much stronger than he. Yet, he could not move a muscle. Something about this man was alluring, and Viktor could not pull away. Instead, much to his fury, he entered the man’s embrace, and was swept away from the horror house and into the night. His new life would now begin. Forged Into A Weapon – An Executioner Under the dark wings of Markus, Viktor continued flourishing in his magical prowess. Considered Markus’ pet, he was never harmed by any other Vampire in the coven; however, he was preyed upon by Markus. Keeping him alive was Markus’ first priority; nevertheless, that did not stop him from occasionally indulging on Viktor’s blood. There would be times when Viktor was “lucky” enough to “enjoy” a taste of Markus’ blood. The black, vile liquid was revolting as it slid down his throat. It never felt easy as it was absorbed into his body. Despite being human, he was considered an important part of the coven. His magic allowed them to accomplish tasks that would normally be more difficult when done alone. Over time, Viktor slowly felt more and more like one of them – a monster. Soon enough, he was not forced to commit any atrocities… Rather, he took pleasure in destroying life, which stood against everything his parents taught him. Casting aside the role of a pet, Viktor quickly became the right-hand man to Markus. The enforcer. The executioner. His talent for illusion was very useful in torture, and ultimately death. He could produce such a convincing deception of death in his victims mind, they would truly die outside of the illusion. There were other methods to kill supernaturals, however, Markus made sure he was well educated. As the coven’s secret weapon, he had to be prepared for everything. Even though Viktor had fallen so far from the light and into darkness, there was still a young boy inside him that was clawing his way to the surface – in order to see the sun. A Soul Torn A little more than three centuries had passed since his service with Markus began. As a coven, they were becoming a major power. They remained small in numbers, but they were a fierce unit. They did not care about keeping their presence a secret, not from supernaturals and definitely not from humans. The humans knew a great deal about the Vampires and bloodthirsty drive. A fateful day came when the gloomy halls of the coven headquarters were brightened by a glowing face… It started like any other day: the majority of the coven gathered in the main hall, with Markus sitting at the head of a large table and Viktor standing at his right side. What changed was when the doors to the hall opened, and Viktor’s heart stopped. Roughly pushed into the hall of death was a beautiful young woman garbed in modest clothes, yet still an image of magnificence. She glowed with innocence and bravery. Her eyes were strong and held purpose. Her eyes met his before she moved on to meet Markus’. In that instant, he was shattered. Years of shame and guilt fell upon him. He felt like collapsing under the weight of all his sins. He had to compose himself, regardless, as she began to spoke. She called for peace, for mercy for her people. She was, without a doubt, courageous. Surrounded by death, and she remained steadfast as she gazed into the eyes of a heartless Vampire. To no surprise, her plea fell on deaf ears. Viktor had heard Markus’ speech countless times: “humans are merely cattle – nothing more than food.” Viktor being an exception. Every time he heard the speech, he was convinced that humans had no better destiny. However, his whole world seemed to change in the blink of an eye. Before he knew it, Markus was calling out to him. An order for torture and then death – a painful one. As executioner, he had to perform the dreadful deed. But for the first time, he was not swayed by Markus’ powers of manipulation. Instead, he hesitated. A hesitation that Markus did not appreciate. Markus’ speed was extraordinary as he got up from his seat and then over to the woman before Viktor could blink. The scene almost played out in slow motion as Markus tore out the woman’s throat. And… snap. Something clicked in Viktor and he had enough. A great burst of devastating energy caught all the Vampires off-guard as it exploded from Viktor, demolishing the coven and its building. Decimated ruins was all that was left. Brittle bones that disintegrated upon touch from the lightest breeze was all that was left after his outburst. The only things his magic did not fully effect were the young woman, still bleeding out on the ground, and his master, who lay sprawled out – completely taken by surprise. “Have I become the monster you wished for, master? Die knowing the kingdom you hoped for is gone. You will not be remembered. I will ensure your name and memory is forgotten – I promise.” With those last venomous words to his former master, he decapitated the pathetic creature with a blast of energy, sending his ashes off into the wind. He approached the woman and fell to his knees before her. Lifting her up, he cradled her on his lap. She looked up at him with those brilliant blue eyes, even at this moment, filled with courage. If only she knew the devastation she caused within him. She made him recall every sin he had every committed, and it began to destroy him. She soon passed from this world into the next, and he was left in the silence. For the first time since he was a small boy, he cried. Restoration He left everything he had ever known behind in the literal ruins he had created. He simply wandered… and wandered. Forgetting who he was. He left the world behind, and retreated to the darkest forest. In his seclusion, his soul began to repair. He went back to what he knew best: magic. For years, he trained in seclusion. He trained so next time, he could stop death from happening to those who did not deserve it. He was weak before, and now he must become strong. Emerging from his isolation, he needed to leave the Old World behind. He heard there was a ‘New World’ across the great waters, and that is where he felt a pull. Boarding the first ship possible, he travelled away from the terrible memories, leaving them behind. Landing on the shore of the New World, he felt refreshed. A clean slate, almost. Nonetheless, life was never easy, and it would seem he had more adversity to face here than before. His people, the Magi, were nearly extinct. Vampires were rampant and looked upon Magi with voracious eyes. Something had to be done. Unification was the only way. Safety in numbers. Gathering Magi were he journeyed, he built a network. There needed to be control. Magi were not weak, they just needed organization. Taking it upon himself, he founded The Scarlet Council – a government to rule the body of Magi in this New World. Peace was eventually found, but it took quite some time. The Magi had been overwhelmed, yet they are gradually getting back on their feet. To this day, Viktor holds his position on The Scarlet Council, and is overseeing all that can be done to safeguard his people. While in secret, he plots to destroy the Vampires. |
. Since his second ability is new to the site be sure to fill out the SUGGEST A ABILITY form so others may use it as well if they wish as well as the REQUEST A ABILITY form. Now that you have been accepted please make your way over to the 