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A child of the Moon Goddess - Cold, determined, but of the light in the night.

Name: Ahavalin Veritias

Former Name: Uriel Arnauld

Nosferatu Alias: Toirdhealbhach

Age: 1467; appears to be about 25

Race: Illuminae Nosferatu (Vampire)

Gender: Male

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 150 lbs.

Hair: Long Black hair with silver streaks

Eyes: Light violet

Appearance: Ahavalin, being a nosferatu, looks very much like a vampire. He has rather pale skin, but it not as pale as most vampires. He has long flowing black hair that is streaked with the occasional colour of silver. This goes down about four centimetres below his shoulders. His eyes are a light violet, and have the ability to hold the gaze of a weak-minded person. They are very mysterious, the colours of his eyes swirl around like a whirlpool. Ahavalin wears a large black leather coat with similar trousers. He wears a crucifix that has been soaked in black ink around his neck held on by a light chain. When he reaches his Luminas light form the black part of his hair turns white. He throws off his trousers and jacket to reveal a black tunic. The upper half of this tunic is body tight and has long sleeves. He wears brown leather walking boots at all times. He wears a belt that is fitted with a sheath, and in it lies Foul fang.




Weapons: Foulfang - When the great nosferatu Korbu took his horrific retribution against the dark sultan Kirios, he used a combination of vampiric energy and blood to form a dagger capable of draining the living energy from the opponent. Over the centuries it was lost to life, until Ahavalin came across it. It would be more beneficial to the vampires of humans to lose knowledge of the terrible weapon, but it was not to be.
Obsidian Claws – these weapons are attached to his hands to give him dangerous claw-like extensions of his nails. They are helpful when his is in a quick fight with an enemy. He only uses them when he is in his normal form.

Magic/Skills:

Spirit Lash : Weakens the tie between the opponent’s spirit and their body. This is a useful technique.

Cure Poison : Self explanatory…

Soul preservation : Preservation binds the spirit to the body more tightly, decreasing the chance of dieing. Instead of that he would fall unconscious. This does not apply to him being incinerated or eradicated.

Luminaslight Form : Ahavalin gathers light around him and transforms. His hair becomes completely white, and small black wings sprout from his back, giving him the ability of flight. His body changes so that his skin becomes illuminated and radiates light. In this form his speed and physical strength increases and his heart is freed of darkness for a time. Basically this reverts him back to human. This form drains lots of energy.

levitate : Levitate allows Ahavalin to hover in the air. Doing so allows him to travel over water, lava and things like floor traps.

Vampiric Abilities:

Mist form - Possibly Ahavalin's strongest technique. It is only usable by nosferatu's. When Ahavalin uses this, he turns into a ghost like form. While he is in this form, he cannot be harmed by weapons and physical attacks. In turn, he cannot attack anyone using weapon's in this form. Most magic can harm Ahavalin while he is in this form though.

Blood Draining – Ahavalin has the ability to drain the blood from his opponents. He can also gather small amounts through his skin instead of his mouth if he so wishes.

Regeneration - If Ahavalin is harmed in battle or by an accident, he usually heals quicker than any human. Cuts will heal almost instantly, but things like half severed arms take much longer. He can't heal severed body parts very well either, unless he wishes to sacrfice a large amount of his energy. This ability's effectiveness was reduced when he became a luminae nosferatu.

Decaying Portrait - Ahavalin musters all his energy and power into this. He can also only use it when he has a blank portrait surrounded by a silver frame. He holds it in front of his enemy and transfers them into the painting, bringing them into the picture and forming a physical portrait of them. This can work against anyone.

Vampiric Charm - A vampire using this ability, which was originally a mind based spell, can charm small groups of people. This ability causes the persons affected by it to forget any violent and hurtful motions towards Ahavalin for a short amount of time. It soothes their mind, making them seem slightly tipsy. Only works on weak monsters or characters.

Strengths: Ahavalin's holy tendencies make him immune to holy energy and sunlight and negate the crucifix weakness normally associated with vampires. He excels at fighting with daggers, but with nothing else. When he is in the moonlight he is somewhat strengthened and calms his mind. His hearing is like those of a bat, so sneaking up on him is foolish.

Weaknesses: Because he is an Illuminae nosferatu, Ahavalin is weak against gold instead of silver. Wooden stakes pose a great threat to him also. Water poses a threat to him- he cannot swim and it melts away his skin. He absolutely despises insects because they attempt to "feed" upon him. In battle he cannot take on more than two foes, and fears being surrounded. Such a weakness as this pronounces he is not as effective in battle against multiple foes as one. He has very thin skin that can be pierced easily. Long weapons such as spears and swords are very effective against Ahavalin, and considering the large amount of swords that are used he is under constant threat.

Personality: Ahavalin’s experiences are strange and horrific enough to turn a normal human insane. This is not the case with Ahavalin. He has endured many things and has a strong heart. He has not been loved for some time, and yearns for affection towards himself. He does not have to consume blood to survive, but he still has the ability to do so. He is normally nice, but most of the things he has been through have left him with a somewhat dark nature. He is a very lonely and depressed soul. He does not kill unless absolutely necessary and when he feeds he heals his victims by salivating upon their wounds. This is assuming that he does not know them and does not hate the person he has fed upon. His past remains hidden and he does not willingly reveal it. He hopes that future happenings will destroy all memory of his past.

Bio: As a small boy, Uriel was a bright hearted boy. In his spare time he ran around his village playing a common schoolyard game called “Chasey” with his friends, who, like him, were happy and content with their current lives. Their parents looked over them fondly, hoping that in the future they would grow to be strong healthy men and would take over the responsibility of the town of Asualdor.

When Uriel reached the age of 6 he found a certain ability that he excelled at- writing. He documented all of the happenings that occurred since that day, and hey still remain safely in his travelling bag. Little did Uriel know the writings inside the several books he had scrawled on would contain enough proof that the writer was a mad man. In the meantime, however, he learned and played through his years blissfully unaware of what lay in store for his village.

The sound of bells tolling in the wind. It was blissful, and serene, but that could only mean one thing.

Church time!

Woman, children and men with rotund stomachs induced by a heavy consumption of beer trudged over to the church of St. David, ready to listen to the writings of the holy bible, read by non other than priest Farrand. Though Farrand was a good old man, his constant drawlings’ that repeated the same thing over and over were somewhat tedious. Despite this, the parents of their children taught them to be respectful to their elders and they never complained about sitting in church, in fact, they rather enjoyed it. When they were feeling particularly cheeky that would use sign language to communicate with one another instead of talking and soon the chosen children established a group of friends that only knew that code. The priest knew about this, being the observant elderly man that he was, but he did not object and carried on reading, a smile occasionally playing across his lips as the children made a particularly rude sign with their hands to the “grown-ups’

Three years later…

Uriel the teenager tapped a quill against his head in annoyance as he figured out a word that would suit the current sentence.

as the old, withered man crawled steadily up the hill he could hear the sound of a-

Uriel frowned and racked his brains for an answer. What described quietness and quaint happiness at the same time? He hadn’t read anything about it in any books, and his father, who he was often with because of sword fighting lessons, never said that and he was a walking vocabulary on legs. Literally. He had heard something like it before…That was it! Grinning slightly, he jotted down “peaceable” on the parchment lying in front of him. He looked up and heard the gentle ratatatat of someone knocking on the sturdy wooden door so he pushed his oak chair back and opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was a boy, about the same age as Ahavalin. He had dirty brown hair that rested on his shoulders, and he wore a green short with baggy brown pants. At the sight of each other they grinned and made a sign with their hands. Translated it meant “hello” in the language of the shadow leapers, a group established three years ago and ruled by the lords Uriel of witting ham’s cottage and Charles of redwing manor.

Uriel spoke first. “So, where to today?”

Charles looked to the sky, mimicking someone deep in thought. “I think we should go and check out that lake south west of the church. It’s guarded by lots of brambles, but it should be a challenge”.

Uriel nodded. So are you rounding up the leapers today?

“Should say I will. Well, we’re getting nowhere standing here, are we?”

Uriel brushed past Charles eagerly and hopped into the sunlight. No one was I sight- it appeared as if they were al still in bed. He looked left and saw a strange sight. Three cloaked figures in black stood in the sunlight at the edge of the village. They stood there quietly, as if awaiting someone. Charles saw Uriel and looked over to where the boy was looking. Charles raised his eyebrows.

“Do you think their waiting for someone?”

Uriel shrugged. They started walking in the direction of the church, and before they knew what hit them the cloaked men were on them. They were bound and gagged as quickly as a flash, and then thrown into a carriage that seemed to come from nowhere. Uriel had been knocked out in the process. One of the men sent out a burst of pure fire energy and demolished the majority of the town and left the rest to burn.

Three hours later and Uriel awoke to see one of the cloaked men standing over him. He had removed what had been covering his face earlier. He had very pale skin and short black hair, and his eyes were affixed to Uriel. He didn’t blink. Uriel looked away from him and asked “ What do you want me for?”

The man’s voice was almost serpentine- it came out as a delicate hiss. “You have been chosen to join the league of her mistress the queen, and become a vampire”.

Uriel gulped and turned a shade of green. “Can we refuse?”

The man actually chuckled. “You should consider this a great honour. We are sparing your lives and converting you to a much higher and powerful being than a pathetic human”.

Obviously this man did not know how to speak to teenagers properly. Uriel attempted to get up, and strangely, the man did not object. He wisely decided that if he were to run the man would kill him in a very horrible way- He could tell that much. He could see that Charles and two other boys from the shadow leapers group being talked to in the same way.

The men now all stood up and uttered a small word to the teenagers and pointed to the west. The man in front of Uriel did the same and the boys walked in that direction. The two boys who accompanied Charles and Uriel attempted to run but screamed and ran back to them in fear as soon as they tried. It looked like there was some kind of terrible enchantment about the place to stop them from leaving. After a short walk they reached a stone shrine with a statue of an angel caressing a vampire bat that had settled on its arm and was biting into it. Uriel shuddered and looked away, only then noticing that the four men were there. They beckoned the boys to step forward and they did so very reluctantly.

Suddenly one of the men drew forth a purple stone from inside his cloak and waved his hands over it, muttering slow chanting words that filled Uriel with dread. The other men did the same, then they zoomed forwards and grabbed each boy. Next thing they knew and they all felt a strange sensation course through their body, a mixture of extreme pain and comfort with a mild tingling. It slowly subsided and a terrible pain engulfed Uriel and he screamed. He heard the boys screaming in turn. It felt like h was burning, then being battered until every bone in his body was broken…

And then it stopped. However, the pain stayed in his canine teeth and his skin started tingling again. After a few seconds that stopped also, and the former humans gasped for air while twitching on the ground. Uriel held up his hands and noticed that they were deathly pale. He knew what had happened to his teeth but he did not dare touch them. The four older vampires grabbed their wrists and took them away.

Years of training followed. The boys grew in a nightmare, but they lived through it. Countless curses were placed upon them by fellow vampires who hurt more than possibly imaginable. They eventually grew as dark-hearted as the other vampires who lived in a great citadel with them. They knew they served some kind of vampire queen but did not dare utter her name. Slowly but surely they reached great ages and were separated from each other. Charles heart was twisted and he became a great assassin for the queen. Uriel refused such a burden but still worked for her, gaining more power which he hoped would gather to eliminate the queen, though h knew it was foolhardy. He built the obsidian claws for himself and used them against any opponents- mostly envious vampires. Soon Ahavalin as a ruthless killer- but he only would kill vampires. When he fed upon humans (As he must’ve done) he healed their wounds. It was a difficult task, for he had to drain their every ounce of energy from them to gain full recovery from his hunger, but he fed upon animals to fill most gaps. They didn’t provide many nutrients, though.

Death was common in the vampire citadel, shadespire. If a vampire attacked you, you could kill him. It was unlawful to kill smaller vampires, but duels were allowed and the loser would die or suffer grievous wounds that only a healing slumber would mend.

Uriel soon was promoted to a nosferatu and blessed (or cursed) with greater and stronger powers by the queen. Though he hated her with a passion, she never suspected him. A nosferatu could shape-shift into a kind of blood-thirsty demon, though Ahavalin only went to this form once. The damage he caused in this form was out of his control and he swore never to do it again.

When Ahavalin had the chance, he escaped. He flew far in his blood demon form and he only did that because his determination was stronger than the speed of any nosferatu’s wings. He flew far and found an underground stone chamber which he slept in for a night.

Ahavalin awoke to find that he was chained to the wall. He shouted and cursed and finally an old man came to him. The man bustled over some equipment in the corner. Ahavalin eyed him suspiciously and stayed still, not trying to escape from his chains.

“Who are you?”

The man remained silent for a moment, then replied. “A man who knows when the world is at its end”.

Ahavalin was puzzled. “I can tell you know what I am”.

The man stopped his working and walked over to Ahavalin. “ Indeed I do. You are the scourge of this earth, and I can tell that the world would do without you”.

Ahavalin sighed. “Fine. It’s not like I have anything to live for…”

The man froze, seemingly shocked. “You have a different personality to any vampires I have encountered. I am a vampire slayer, but in certain cases I heal them, if their heart is pure”.

Ahavalin’s heart skipped a beat “You can heal vampires?”

The man nodded. “In a way, yes. I can give them the ability to turn to a form that makes them almost human, but with a strong will to do well. It is an art passed down by my grandfather”.

Ahavalin suddenly found the dirt at his feet exceedingly interesting. “So could you heal me?”

The man chuckled. “I can say that I will. However, I need your utmost concentration and must agree that you will not attack me in the process.”

Ahavalin nodded, and the man went over to his corner and brought out a crucifix. He quickly dipped it into a pan of black ink, and it dried instantly. He then attached it to a small chain. He walked back to Ahavalin and muttered some words before whipping the cross through the air and spraying Ahavalin with some ink. He then drew a gold dagger with a silver hilt, and abruptly thrust it into Ahavalin’s heart. The vampire screamed and the old man withdrew the dagger. Ahavalin stopped screaming, and felt a strange sensation coming over him. His terrible hunger was sated, and he felt more righteous and pure than before. He grasped the new energy inside him and brought it out, chaning him in every possible way. His hair turned snow white, and grey bat wings that bore strange black feathers on them sprouted from his back. His muscles grew larger and he felt a power born from the magic flow within his veins. Ahavalin grinned and broke out of his chains, feeling more alive than ever.

“Thankyou….You has given me life. Now, I must set out to destroy the vampire queen”.

The man gave an understanding look at Ahavalin, but he was kind of uneasy. “You may be strong now, but you still cannot do it. You will need the werewolf sword blood bane before you can do that and a pure heart. You have already achieved one objective, but the sword lies in the werewolf king’s lair. And the only thing that can defeat the werewolf king is a full vampire, or a strong vampire artefact. Luckily I have one…The great Foul fang”.

The man reached into his pocket and brought out a dagger. The pommel stone was in fact a shrunken skull- and bones lined the central dagger which was a velvet red substance. The tip was sharp as anything, though. It radiated powerful untapped dark energy. The old man passed it to Ahavalin, who put it into a sheath that was fitted to his belt. Ahavalin secured it and looked up at the man.

“ I see. Now that I am prepared, I must leave for the lair of the werewolf king’s lair- but there I one last thing. What is your name? I still don't know it”.

The man smiled gently. “ I am Adam the cleric. That is all you should know. Now I wish you farewell, and may your heart stay pure”.

Ahavalin nodded and flew out of the cave, not looking back. He did not know how strong the werewolf king was, or if he would ally with Ahavalin, but he knew one thing- the vampire queen must be destroyed, or the world would fall into shadow. And Ahavalin was going to fulfil his destiny.


I put Foul fang’s description in the bio instead, for extra interest ^_^

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