Difference between revisions of "Kiken"

I was born on a planet called Earth, as a human. I had an ordinary life: friends, family, job. One day I was late for going home and the world of darkness embraced me that night. That day was my last day living as a human, I became a more powerful race: I became a vampire. I still have no idea how exactly it happened, it happened so quickly. But what have happened cannot be changed. I was reborn and still continued my life as a cursed minion of the dark.

My sire taught me the life of the night, I had no choice. In the beginning I was clumsy and could not accept my faith. Then one day a kind of light, the darkest light ever shone on me and seized control of the uncontrollable beast inside me. After that time the evil took control over my body. I learned how to control my abilities. I learned communicating with animals. I learned how to see inside people's feelings and thoughts. I also learned how to shape flesh and bones to my willing. Over the hundreds of years of my life I sharpened my knowledge over these powers and improved them even further. My humanity degraded rapidly, it was falling freely and apart, nothing could stop it. The desire for the taste of blood flooded my mind. I killed. Then killed more. Then killed even more! I felt there was no end, only death itself could stop me. I wanted to be killed, but still with honor. I was seeking death but it did not answer my call. Blood strengthened me and the more blood i drank the more i wanted and the more power I had. It was an evil paradox. No one could defeat me. This is how my great age can be explained and where my sword experience comes from. Slowly I became the dark hero of the night, people and even my own kind, the vampires, feared my name.

Soon the Earth became boring and uninteresting. I wandered pointlessly on the planet, seeking for something that I did not know, I did not understand, that could improve my strength. I saved humans, I thought it might be different from destroying them. At that time I have realized what the difference was: to write yourself in the the memories of people, you must take heroic actions. But what is heroic in slaughtering minions, who could never reach my powers? Nothing. Then what is heroic? I knew my goal: becoming a legend. A human-kind that the whole world will know and remember even after death. I have joined a group called Advent Children. Unfortunately the group was made up of humans, thus could not teach me much. Soon the group disbanded. Although I noticed my goals with their help, and they unconsciously helped me crafting way towards it, I could not pass on this knowledge to them and their light faded away, namelessly. I sought for another group, whom i could help and be helped by. Wandering again, i sank to the bottom of the ocean, to let myself give time and think on the meaning of life. The solution soon arrived: a Merewolf, called LuisFMP, invited me to join the Mermaid Knights and fight the evil with them. I did not hesitate with my answer.