“When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them”
Name:Aubrey
Age: 17/ 2,356
Race: Chiropertan
Weapons: A silver dagger kept in a sheath on his back, Magic used on the seven spiritual centers of the body called Chakras, Two knives kept in the sides of his shin high boots, five silver spikes wrapped around his abdomen, as well, two mechanically ejected knives are hidden under his sleeves.
Blood Type: AB-
Appearance:
Biography:
The sweet always innocence.
The Breath of Life so unwittingly unforgiving.
Come with me, tendrils of darkness.
Whisked away on an everlasting journey.
The end is near.
The goddess is willing.
To the lake of shadows.
We shall fall.
We shall fall...
And so the vampire plagues the living. And so he shall.
Dead.
But not so.
Living.
Not quite.
Curses. Nightmares. Plagues of them. And no recollection of life before the blood lust. He was turning into them.
No.
He was them. He still had a family.
Who didn't care. A mother.
Who wasn't there.
A brother.
Who had turned him in the first place.
And...
A sister...
Who hunted him murderously.
Life was a plague.
He wanted it over...