Post by mysteriousoldguy on Feb 25, 2010 18:34:46 GMT -5
Name: Victor Mazov
Age: 998
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Sub Race Human.
Appearance:
Affiliation: Mazov.
Weapons: Strength.
Magic/Special abilities:
He is a expert in the use of Ice magic, able to cast it freely, growing or dissipating it at need, but still requiring time to use the higher quality spells. He is working toward Master level. He has rudimentary control over water
Completely inhuman strength.
Tough skin. Like hardened leather.
Strengths:
Ice magic is second nature to him. He has always had an affinity for it.
He tortures people for fun, and is very good at it.
He has lived for quite a while, and has picked up a knowledge of tactics and cities.
Weaknesses:
His skin is less resistant to the sun that other vampires, which is why he wears a full-body-covering set of clothes.
He'll burn like a dry log if set on fire, unless he can freeze himself in time.
He is very blood-hungry, and likes to eat often, if he does not eat blood every couple of days, he is liable to begin going feral and beast-like. Which curtails his magic considerably.
History:
Victor is an old and respected member of the Mazov Clan of vampires. He is also one of their more reliable hunters. Not much is known of his history, as he has worked hard to have it erased. The passage of time has worked with him, obliterating all mention of a small town in the Ice Kingdom, destroyed by bandits, who vanished one-by-one, several years later.
As a hunter, he made a deadly name for himself. A small rhyme even exists, told initiates of vampire Clans, or to those vampires that seemed likely to cause problems.
Victor Mazov, Victor Mazov
is not a man you want to meet,
He'll freeze you from your shoulders,
to the bottom of your feet.
He'll suck your blood, and drink you dry,
Until it clouds your vibrant eye.
He'll break your fingers, and your toes,
and then your legs and arms.
Never falling victim to sword,
wealth,
or charms.
And when your corpse lies still,
and the sun does rise above,
You'll be found with a note,
the words written hereof;
My name here is Victor,
and tonight I've made my kill.
You'll find no trace nor scent,
but try I'm sure you will.
Be wary ye, who read this note,
and pass the message on.
'Be careful ye of Victor.
Because he's there,
and then you're gone.'
He has hunted Kieran for the past few decades, the werepire narrowly evading his grasp. They have bother develop a hatred for each other, and Victor is not one to let a hatred go unfulfilled.
Tonight, he found Kieran.
Destruction is his plan.
Age: 998
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Sub Race Human.
Appearance:
Affiliation: Mazov.
Weapons: Strength.
Magic/Special abilities:
He is a expert in the use of Ice magic, able to cast it freely, growing or dissipating it at need, but still requiring time to use the higher quality spells. He is working toward Master level. He has rudimentary control over water
Completely inhuman strength.
Tough skin. Like hardened leather.
Strengths:
Ice magic is second nature to him. He has always had an affinity for it.
He tortures people for fun, and is very good at it.
He has lived for quite a while, and has picked up a knowledge of tactics and cities.
Weaknesses:
His skin is less resistant to the sun that other vampires, which is why he wears a full-body-covering set of clothes.
He'll burn like a dry log if set on fire, unless he can freeze himself in time.
He is very blood-hungry, and likes to eat often, if he does not eat blood every couple of days, he is liable to begin going feral and beast-like. Which curtails his magic considerably.
History:
Victor is an old and respected member of the Mazov Clan of vampires. He is also one of their more reliable hunters. Not much is known of his history, as he has worked hard to have it erased. The passage of time has worked with him, obliterating all mention of a small town in the Ice Kingdom, destroyed by bandits, who vanished one-by-one, several years later.
As a hunter, he made a deadly name for himself. A small rhyme even exists, told initiates of vampire Clans, or to those vampires that seemed likely to cause problems.
Victor Mazov, Victor Mazov
is not a man you want to meet,
He'll freeze you from your shoulders,
to the bottom of your feet.
He'll suck your blood, and drink you dry,
Until it clouds your vibrant eye.
He'll break your fingers, and your toes,
and then your legs and arms.
Never falling victim to sword,
wealth,
or charms.
And when your corpse lies still,
and the sun does rise above,
You'll be found with a note,
the words written hereof;
My name here is Victor,
and tonight I've made my kill.
You'll find no trace nor scent,
but try I'm sure you will.
Be wary ye, who read this note,
and pass the message on.
'Be careful ye of Victor.
Because he's there,
and then you're gone.'
He has hunted Kieran for the past few decades, the werepire narrowly evading his grasp. They have bother develop a hatred for each other, and Victor is not one to let a hatred go unfulfilled.
Tonight, he found Kieran.
Destruction is his plan.