Struggle of Blood- Curse of the Cursed

((These are short backstory beginings for a couple of my characters. Be kind, they were quickly written in Notepad))


STRUGGLE OF BLOOD

Xx--IN THE BEGINING--xX

The Serkan family, a family of powerfull high-class vampires with purple hair and an odd pact with dragons, formed the head of the Ninja Alliance, a series of clans of ninjas who banded together into one mobile nation for better defence in war times.
Iksana was the firstborn of the most recent generation of the Serkan family, and its responsiblity fell to his shoulders on the pretext that he would be the only child born that generation, his mother having died in childbirth. He took this with increadible pride and honor, traing as hard as he could, advancing swiftly and hunting down more power as if it was his lifeforce. At a young age he was presented by his father a white and gold book of summons, containing light beings and his dragon partner, Reyou, the light dragon. Iksana took this with great pride and honor as well, and Reyou and himself became perhaps the greatest partner team in the history of the Serkan's.
Iksana's father re-married a powerful noble vampire soon after Iksana got the book, and news soon came of another heir to the Serkan family was to be born. Iksana was pleased by this news at first; a second-in-command sibling to help inforce the heavy rule that he would lead when the time came for him to tale on the role of family head. By this time, Iksana was nearing the age of fourteen.
No tragedies occured in the birth of this heir, though due to the matter of his old wife's death (who he beleived to have been his true love eternally still), Iksana's father named the child Ammon, the hidden one. The mother coddled and spoiled the child, attention that Iksana had not gotten due to his mother's death and his father's grieving. Iksana told himself that this would make his half-brother softer, though despite himself, seeds of jelousy had begun to be sown.
As soon as Ammon was able to walk and understand directions, he was placed in classes for both academics and ninja schooling. In both areas Ammon showed unnatural abilities, and exceled more than his legendary prodegy half-brother had. He became not only the pride of his already-honored father or even the Serkan Family, but of the entire Ninja Alliance, and became the envy of other students, clans, and countries. He was evied especially by Iksana, who had begun to spiral into the jelousy sown earlier.
Soon, at the age of only six, Ammon was awarded his Summon book, a black and red tome containing Darzx, a black dragon partner. He was also announced to be the true heir to the Serkan family, much to the outrage of Iksana, who was now twenty years of age. He told this to his father's face, who brushed it off with the words, "He has surpassed you at every turn, my son, and you must accept him as your better." His father had smiled then. "I leave to you the task of helping and informing your brother...he needs to learn from someone as experienced as you....You never fail to make me proud, Iksana, my darling firstborn son."
His father's words fell hollow to Iksana, who felt twisted and wronged by everyone, and inside his once pure but now-darkened mind he began to plot his father's death out in gruesome detail, an 'accident' of sorts. And it had worked.
To keep everything going well, the Serkan's fought on the field with thier warriors when necessary to improve moral. His father was fighting in one such battle, and disguised as a ninja of the opposing force, Iksana snuck into the battle, hiding the uncomfortable Reyou nearby. He cut his way to his father, and with the words, "What you deserve falls to you, father." said acidly, he cut his own blood's throat, satisfying part of him even as he made his quick escape.
Ammon had watched this all in grim silence, his matured mind taking in every detail perfectly, seeing from the eyes of Darzx, who had tracked Reyou to the battlefield. Even before Iksana, triumphant, returned, news had spred, and upon his elegant arrival filled with mock grimness on Reyou, he was arrested.
The outraged County demanded a life for a life, and Darzx was in agreement, but Ammon declined, giving a punishment worse to his half-brother; Banishment and having Reyou taken from him.
Reyou was passive, her nature as opposite as could be possible from her partner. Iksana threw a fit, flying into a monsterous rage, trying desperatly to overpower his brother who still had the body of an eight-year old, though his mind commanded a far larger range than that of a child his age. In the end though, Iksana still fell, and was banished away, Reyou sealed within the pages of his confiscated Summon Book, which was placed into the magically sealed and barred tomb of the Serkan Family, a place selaed to Iksana now for his crime, for safekeeping.
"Brother," Iksana had vowed to his far younger, yet calmer and wiser half-brother. "I will return and strike you down! just like the rat you are!"
The years passed have been many since the incident, a century to be exact, and under the rein of the still unmarried Ammon, the Ninja Alliance prospered, no words spoken of the rougue vampire ninja. Ammon and Iksana have both stopped aging, appearing to both be around eighteen or nineteen years.
A threatening wind had seemed to blow....and soon it was discovered that the seal to the Serkan Family Tomb had been broken, and the Summon Book stolen. Iksana, the banished brother threatens his revenge now, and the Allaince turns to his half-brother and leader, Ammon, for guidence and protection.

CURSE OF THE CURSED
Xx--IN THE BEGINING--xX

The nights were cold and harsh, but the mornings were even harsher, when the sun beat cold instead of warm with whipping winds against the fragile forms of people trying so hard to survive the cold and knee-high snows that were so commmon during all seasons. Life was made even harder by the marks, twisting designs of light colors, that every person was born with; marks of their cursed existance in the snowy plains. Others knew the marks stood for banishment from all civilization...and banishment from the grasp of a peaceful death.
Fallen angels were said to be their ancestors, angels who, seeking revenge, had sought out the ending of the world for their own use in a strike aginst the Heaven that had exiled them. Powerful mages of the light and the darkness had placed the marks upon these angels' bodies, sealing their wings and powers away, and keeping them from painless death. The commoners, outraged and frightened, chased the selaed angels into the harshest and most wild place they could imagine, and threatened those that tries to leave with death.
In death, the Marked are faced with an eternal lonely wandering in darkness or in light, or the sensation of sinking and being burned, torn apart, drowned, and crushed all at once within a mirage of color that seemed, somehow, not to be colors at all, but a complete lack of everything; a void of painful oblivion.
The Marked always wondered if they could be saved by someone or something, and on generation they had an answer. A child with orange hair and aqua eyes was born-without the marks that cursed their people. Some took this as an omen of final doom, while the majority took mthis as a sigh of rising. The child, named Ambala, was taught the same as the other Marked children, and appeared average in every way, thouggh this did not quash their hopes. Soon Ambala was taken into a specially designed class and taught about relationships with other nations, and how to deal with them. He absorbed it all as if it were compleatly natural.
He passed all the schooling the Marked could provide with slightly above average scoring, and passed perfectly in his personal class. Due to this he was given more schooling, and became a bit of a mouthpiece for the Marked.
When he reached the age of fiveteen, he was sent as a speaker for the Marked, and saw breathtaking landscapes of other lands. For a strange reason, the rulers of other countries allowed ambala to speak his fill about the Marked and the way they lived, perhaps so that they would be able to mock him later, but all were blown away by his recounts of the frozen fields and hard lives, lives in which bad things happened on a daily basis, and soon became another part of the daily routine.
For this same reason Ambala became hunted by the agents of a kingdom that had become wary of his approach and convincing speeches. They would not let the decendants of evil angels wander inside their borders. Marked were taught to fight for preservation, but they had allowed Ambala to lack in this skill, beleiving that sppech and normal school would be more productive for their 'savior child'.
Ambala had felt the sword slide through him and felt his blood spill to the ground before he was claimed to darkness. Inside that darkness he felt lost and alone truley, until a voice spoke.
"Your path as not yey been walked in its full. Return."
A bright light falshed, and Ambala was returned to life in a world a few years from his death, now carring himself one small mark representing his people.
He reurned to the village and was greeted with fear, the Marked refusing to beleive that one had returned from the dead. In their fear, Ambala's father took a spear in his hand, and with legendary aim, launched the weapon through the air, piercing his son's heart. For the second time, Ambala felt himself die, the cries of the villagers fading in his ears.
He was returned again to life, this time a day from his last death, yet anothert new mark appearing upon his skin. This is how Ambala's life began to play itself out, evry death adding a mark upon his skin until he became covered even more so than his own people usually were. He still voiced them, though by now he had become widely feared as 'The Dead One' and was hunted by knigdoms that were once his allies.
The fear increased to such a level that many of the more extreme knigdoms banned together and traveled to the lands of the Marked, and began to slaughter them all. At this time Ambala was dead, and upon his resurecction he heard word of the genocide. What point was left for him now? Revenge? But he was too forgiving, and resolved to rebuild the Marked somehow.
Still shunned and now more alone than ever, Ambala became known as the 'Curse of the Cursed', the death among the forsaken and lost. His light gone dark, and his mission crumbled to a failure so great that the entirey of a race was now extinct.