Avarus L. Katier• Show poetry

Name: Avarus Luthorian Katier

Race: Vampire, vampiric son to Vlad Dracul III AKA Draculea or in modern transcriptions as Dracula, the first of vampire kind

Age: 578

Age appears to be: 18

Hair: Gold, hangs down past my shoulder blades and tucked back behind my ears and shoulders

Eyes: Ice Blue

Height: 6'10"

Weight: 250 lbs.

Physical Build: Muscular, well toned

Dominate Hand: Right

Clothing: Loose black jeans tucked into a pair of black combat boots, maroon shirt that hugs my body like a second skin.

Special Abilities: can physically manipulate earth, air, fire, and water, heightened telepathy, only those who can consciously shield their thoughts can hide things from me, 1 horrific transformation, invisibility, disguised fangs, able to change body shape, size, and gender at will

Character Persona: friendly and outgoing, well liked by all that are within my charm radius

Special Features: A scar that goes straight down my left eye that i got while i was human so therefore i cannot change it even with my vampire powers

Background/History: To start at the beginning, twins born to Avarus and Luthoria Katier. A bright a beautiful pair they were. One was me upon which i was named Avarus Luthorian Katier in order to pass on my fathers name. The other was a beautiful baby girl, my sister and closest friend, but i am getting ahead of myself, she was named Eva Rias Katier. We grew and soon discovered that we weren't like other children, our family was (as my father would say) as old as time itself, and we were royalty. I would always be getting into trouble for giving my things to the slave children, we would play with my new and expensive toys and i would sometimes just tell them if they liked it they could take it home. But my sister, even though we were close, we were very different. If you would watch me and her, it was like night and day, where i was friendly and nice, my sister was mean and evil, she would help the guards with torturing and whipping the slaves. But one night when we were 18 there came a knock on the door, i being the man of the house now because i was 18 and my father was about to retire the crown, answered the door. It was a man that looked very different and had a strange accent but i couldn't place it, he was dressed in britches and a tunic unlike the robes we wore, and he asked to see my sister, she came forth and he offered her a dark colored rose. She didn't seem to see anything but this pale man who stood standing in our door holding this flower out to her, she reached out her hand and took the rose before i could do anything. Of course being careless she grabbed a thorn and it drew blood, which i noticed attracted the mans attention at once. I took the rose and told the man he was being entirely to forward and asked him to step outside. Me and him walked a ways til i thought we were well enough from the palace, and stood to him defending my sisters honor, upon which he took out a knife that was ornately carved and pure silver and flicked his wrist and the blade slice through my flesh and left me with my scar running down my left eye. He didn't return for a while but when he did it was in the middle of the night and i lay in bed til i heard my sister open her door and sneak out into the night, i followed naturally out of concern, grabbing the whip that hung over the fireplace, and i found her with him arguing and he took his knife out and before i could even blink shoved it straight into her bosom, upon which i cracked the whip that i held in my hands, i drew blood and ran to my sister but i could not revive her. Crying with rage and sorrow i flew at the man hitting any spot that i could lay my hands on but he just laughed, the next thing i know i am laying in a dark and cold place with a tattered blanket to cover with, i was being held and i was thirsty so i kept crying out for water but something else was forced past my lips, it tasted rustic and old, even a little salty. At the time i didnt know it but i had encountered a vampire the first to ever exist, and as i lay there being forced to drink whatever this was i kept thinking about my sister and fighting to get free but i was bound to strongly, i heard a voice and it said to keep fighting because the more i fought the stronger i would be. I woke a short time later and my heart was beating fast way too fast to be normal and the pain that kept tearing at me was now 50 times stronger but still i fought, fought with every fiber of my very being, but in the end it was all for naught, i still died but i went out like a lion screaming and pushing against my cage, I passed out after i felt my heart beat for the last time. When i woke this time things were different i could tell that lights still had not been turned on but yet i could see, things weren't glowing just a different color than just black, I noticed that the room i was in only had one door and it was circular with mirrors for walls, and i found that by adjusting my nose muscles just right i could even smell the glass. Suddenly the door opened and he stepped in, he came over to me and smiled, i really just wanted to punch those teeth straight down his throat, but i held back. I still remembered the last time i had fought with him i had lost and the scar was still there to remind me of that, he started talking and telling me of his life and death and now his new life, he told me his name was Vlad Dracul and that he was from a country called Romania...

To be continued...



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