Discord Id -
Shak#5860
It's been 10 years since I woke up in these lands that I now call home. It is frightening, to say the least, how much it looked like back home in Romania. The dark streets at night with lanterns flickering on the walls dancing like devils until the sun rose. The sound of sweet music coming from the homes of citizens as children practiced their instruments. it reminded him much of his travels back in the old world before coming here when he would walk the streets of in the evenings and hear the sweet sounds of violins and cellos playing.
he shook those thoughts from his mind quickly though the smile on his face vanishing as he strode toward the estate as quickly as he could. He was a fool to have thought that leaving without a horse was a good idea considering that there was a full moon tonight. Reaching back and drawing his hood over his head he hastily began climbing the steps of the estate after plowing past the guards, and grounds attendants. as he attempted to pull the last of the sleeves of his robe over his exposed hands the dark clouds parted and a single ray of moonlight washed over his hands igniting the runes on his skin suddenly making it look like there was a red fire erupting from within. The markings glowed brightly as the seals were beginning to weaken. Terrified at the sign of what could come if this was not taken under control immediately, The Majordomo Niklaus barked commands to the nearby guards who quickly threw a tapestry over their master that they yanked from a wall, and rushed him upstairs. sounds of inhumane growling began to come from under the tapestry as Magnus struggled to control the beast within, time ticking by fast and almost out.
Reaching the top of the stairs they pinned him to the bed with the aid of four other armed guards, and shackled him to the bed and strapped him to it with tick leather wraps that could probably hold a horse off the ground. Securing the last of the locks they rushed out of the room dragging the tapestry behind them (it was a rather expensive piece commissioned by one of Kraestret's top weavers). As the door slammed behind them and the dark barred tower room with a single-window high in the dome echoed, a guttural roar followed by a bone-chilling howl that could only belong to a werewolf rang through the tower and mansion, causing every single resident to clasp their hands in prayer for their master.
Below in the town lights were quickly put out, shutters slammed shut, and doors bolted. They loved their Meister and knew how much he struggled. His years of study pouring into the very thing that led to the seals on his skin in the form of tattoos were found in the old archives under the estate's grounds in a hidden library, most likely from another scholar that lived there before a long, long time before his arrival. In the end, though, they were still terrified of stories from years ago when he escaped the fortifications, and slaughtered an entire farms cattle.
Shak#5860
Character Name -
Magnus Valerious
Character Race & Sub-Race:
Human - Werewolf
Alternate Graphic:
Due to the curse placed on his family lineage, the Valerious are cursed with Lycanthropy and shapeshift ONLY on full moons.
Character Description -
Magnus is not extremely tall standing 6'6. His lean yet well-trained body bears minimal scarring from his expeditions as a youth into the forest and tangling with wildlife, and at night in the streets under disguise in seedy alley street fights. You will notice red tattoos on his arms that to the common eye seem as just intricate designs, but the designs are made out of scriptures of the Bible aimed to lock the werewolf inside him away. When exposed to a full moon they weaken and glow and Magnus is transformed into a werewolf against his will. His appearance is that of an early 40's male with fair skin, and a dark neatly trimmed beard that perfectly frames his face. His raven black hair is always well-groomed and he has a very stately appearance.
Character Kingdom -
Kraestret
Special Role-play Trait-
Due to his lycanthrope infliction he can understand the howl of wolves, and almost predict what is coming in the way they make their sounds, both understanding and divination through the animal taming skill. He is stronger and faster than your average citizen but avoids drawing attention to himself (these secondary physical traits will be supported by in-game stats)
Backstory - It's been 10 years since I woke up in these lands that I now call home. It is frightening, to say the least, how much it looked like back home in Romania. The dark streets at night with lanterns flickering on the walls dancing like devils until the sun rose. The sound of sweet music coming from the homes of citizens as children practiced their instruments. it reminded him much of his travels back in the old world before coming here when he would walk the streets of in the evenings and hear the sweet sounds of violins and cellos playing.
he shook those thoughts from his mind quickly though the smile on his face vanishing as he strode toward the estate as quickly as he could. He was a fool to have thought that leaving without a horse was a good idea considering that there was a full moon tonight. Reaching back and drawing his hood over his head he hastily began climbing the steps of the estate after plowing past the guards, and grounds attendants. as he attempted to pull the last of the sleeves of his robe over his exposed hands the dark clouds parted and a single ray of moonlight washed over his hands igniting the runes on his skin suddenly making it look like there was a red fire erupting from within. The markings glowed brightly as the seals were beginning to weaken. Terrified at the sign of what could come if this was not taken under control immediately, The Majordomo Niklaus barked commands to the nearby guards who quickly threw a tapestry over their master that they yanked from a wall, and rushed him upstairs. sounds of inhumane growling began to come from under the tapestry as Magnus struggled to control the beast within, time ticking by fast and almost out.
Reaching the top of the stairs they pinned him to the bed with the aid of four other armed guards, and shackled him to the bed and strapped him to it with tick leather wraps that could probably hold a horse off the ground. Securing the last of the locks they rushed out of the room dragging the tapestry behind them (it was a rather expensive piece commissioned by one of Kraestret's top weavers). As the door slammed behind them and the dark barred tower room with a single-window high in the dome echoed, a guttural roar followed by a bone-chilling howl that could only belong to a werewolf rang through the tower and mansion, causing every single resident to clasp their hands in prayer for their master.
Below in the town lights were quickly put out, shutters slammed shut, and doors bolted. They loved their Meister and knew how much he struggled. His years of study pouring into the very thing that led to the seals on his skin in the form of tattoos were found in the old archives under the estate's grounds in a hidden library, most likely from another scholar that lived there before a long, long time before his arrival. In the end, though, they were still terrified of stories from years ago when he escaped the fortifications, and slaughtered an entire farms cattle.
