Name: Kozec Vylic.
Nationality: Gypsy descent from the forests of Faelee.
Standing: Against, he doesn’t support the paths it could lead too and distrusts it like he distrusts anyone with too much power.
Profession/Role: He currently works in the carnival, although he’s had some experience in various priesthoods oddly enough. His current jobs involve one main act and a lot of minor jobs around the carnival.
His history of priesthoods include training to worship one of the gypsy gods, Mirthor, the orr-kin faith after he fought alongside one of their priests and began to participate in their rituals for a while and Bludism. It wasn’t that tricky to get into as fighting blindfolded wasn’t as hard for him as normal humans.
Appearance: http://api.ning.com/files/9CULN*joP7P5a ... ampire.jpg
And that’s the basic appearance of Kozec. His skin is normally just very pale but nothing that would attract a lot of stares, it does create a nice contrast with his black hair which has earned him a few attracted looks. His eyes are red though, pupil and iris which tends to creep people out since it looks like he’s got very large blood-red pupils. The pointed ears and fangs also don’t help matters. The ears don’t stick out that much but they are a bit larger than normal, and still quite obviously pointed. The fangs, are what you’d expect to see, just two pointy teeth on the top row with two smaller ones on the lower row. He’s just over 6 feet and quite slim and light. He’s also quite clean and neat and normally smells of candy and sweets. These details can shift a little but that describes his normal physical appearance quite well.
His uniform isn’t quite in the same condition as shown above, it’s gotten a bit more frayed and tattered over the years but due to good tailors and his own emergency solutions in taking care of it, it’s lasted. As well as steadily being replaced with stronger and more useful fabric I suppose, in fact there’s none of the original uniform left now. That could be good though because now instead of just looking old and tattered, it looks more distinguished and cared for and Kozec’s quite proud that he’s kept the spirit of it alive. Although the tears and rips and frays along the bottom of his jacket sort of ruin the message he says he’s trying to convey, but he just thinks it looks kinda cool and adds to the whole “vampire style.” Says a lot about him really. And also, while he’s got the upturned jacket collar, the buttoned-up shirt and his own hair covering up most of his neck, he’s also wrapped a short black scarf around it, very thin fabric but pitch black, just like his hair. The ends lie on his cape, one of them reaching his shoulder blade while the other’s hardly off his shoulder. His jacket’s got a few pockets on it, a lot more on the inside though and a sheathed sword on his belt.
- His tribe had a special type of weapon which they commonly used in battle. They were weapons which were made of red metal which actually suck blood from their foes and are incredibly strong. They’d gotten an ordinary metal and after offering up prayer to Mirthor the metal turns red and that’s it. It could be used as arrow tips, axes, even shields sometimes. Kozec had a sort of katana/rapier weapon, a sort of thin, long sharp blade. In the hilt he kept a hollow ruby which actually stores some of the stolen blood in case he needs a pick-me-up in battle. He named it Sycon, after a childhood memory.
-Swiss army knife.
-A plain dagger.
-A small box with a syringe in it.
-A much-creased picture he’s recently drawn of the bounty hunter.
-A few small bags full of candy.
Personality: Kozec has a sort of typical vampire personality, a little bit arrogant, a little self-centred and a little bit of a jerk at times. Although, over time he’s learnt that it pays to be nice and polite to people, manners cost nothing after all, so he can be seen as a bit of a gentleman. He likes to do a little bit of harmless flirting and while he’s not entirely straight, he does have a preference for the ladies. He enjoys watching and participating in light-hearted banter which is really just any banter at all for him, he’s grown a thick skin and it takes a lot to actually upset him, physical violence does the trick though. He does have a mild lack of empathy towards people born from being a bit of an outsider, overall, he does have a typical vampiric atmosphere about him. People say that if you brand someone by their stereotype, they’ll become one, and while stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason, he actually liked the label and was happy to prune himself a little to fit it, but don’t let that make you think he’s predictable, he’s perfectly able to go against it if he thinks he needs to.
He’s not amazingly intelligent, but he’s experienced and knowledgeable which is a good substitute. He’s not very artistic with colours or fine art, he prefers things like shading or charcoal art, smudgy stuff really. He enjoys cooking oddly enough since he doesn’t eat much, his response typically being that just because he doesn’t need to, doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it. He’s a bit of a smoker and not a drinker since it generally costs him quite a lot to get even a little drunk while he just likes the style and feel of smoking, but he doesn’t do it much. He likes artists and musicians lot, apparently it’s pleasant to see how styles change and adapt and completely new ways show up.
Oh yeah, he’s also got this thing against people with what he views as too much power, he enjoys causing strife and chaos, throwing spanners in the works, making things difficult, putting up obstacles and other pettiness, and a small lust for power himself.
Magick: All vampires tended to get a boost of physic powers once blooded as well as a type of immunity from others due to their unnaturalness. They shouldn’t exist and as such are rejected, this leads to animals hating them, spirits fleeing them and psychic powers not really penetrating them. It’s also led to an unpleasant aura, one which psychics and magic users can easily sense, an overwhelming feeling of wrongness which can lead to fluxes of personality, a sickish feeling or sudden disorientation and while the feeling degrades in time, it never really goes away except for those with nearly no connection to magic. He still gives them an unpleasant feeling at the start but it disappears after a while. This means that nearly everyone would be able to tell that he’s not right or normal which is a bit unfortunate for him, it also tends to sour first impressions a little, especially with those who I’ve mentioned are more effected. Luckily due to the annihilation of his kind and the fact that it’s just a particularly strong feeling, people still wouldn’t know what the feeling meant, that it means he’s a vampire, so he can talk around it by saying he was just born with that effect of making people uncomfortable and nice people who know not to judge immediately tend to let it go.
Apart from his aura and mild psychic skills, his main skills are Arcane in nature, black magic, specifically blood or spirit magic. Talking to the dead, commanding spirits and the like are things he picked up from his own tribe and his time in Xephamor while blood magic was taught to him in his tribe and during his work amongst the Orr-kin.
Hobbies: Hobbies: He’s got a bit of a sweet tooth, well, a huge one actually, it helps keep him off blood. Vampires can sometimes redirect their obsessions onto other things, to a small extent. It used to be apples for him, but he's seen vampires who'd turned that obsession into sculpting, playing chess, weight-lifting, etc. Then there’s a love for music which goes far back to tribe’s lifestyle and their style of worship and he quite enjoys sports and competitions, such as boxing or swordplay. Some minor cooking skills and artistic work too.
History: Kozec was born amongst a tribe of gypsies in the country of Xephamor. It was the middle of the night, he’d just popped out of his mother and life was looking good for him. Up until two Raptures tore into his family’s tent and turned the ground red with blood, his parents were quickly gouged upon and he was left wailing on the ground, blood splattered across him as he feebly cried out in fear. The other gypsies of his tribe would say that he was lucky the two beasts had left with just his parents and they’d gotten their in time to find him but, as Kozec grew up, he thought it’d be a hell of a lot luckier if the two creatures hadn’t shown up at all, but life went on. The tribe wandered on and Kozec continued on with them, at the start, shifts were taken to take care of him but he quickly learnt how to set up his own tent and gather his own provisions, starting his own solitary life amongst his tribe by the time he was eight. The adults tended to act nicely enough to him but they kept themselves apart from him, as he did from them. Quiet rumours circulated about how normal a child could really be after what had happened, and he was a bit distant from the other children, and the fact that Raptures were such strange and mystical creatures, commonly connected to death and misfortune, why had two
of the legendary beasts killed his parents and left him alone, why’d they kill his
parents. Most kindly defended him, saying the poor child had just been unlucky, and after the horrific death of his parents, of course he was a little different.
Eventually the tribe reached the green country of Faelee and set up their tents amongst the trees, sunlight broke through past their numerous limbs and moved around their majestic bodies, causing a strange patchwork of light and shade, Kozec thought it was cool. As the sun fell, the tribe began to set up for a festival, to celebrate making it to their newest home and Kozec went out with the other gathers to inspect and collect the native provisions. Now, life hadn’t been perfect so far, the start had been ruddy terrible, the middle had involved a feeling of loneliness, some mild bullying, turning into a bit of an outcast and he was failing his musical studies, but, the eleven year old was still hopeful of the future. In fact, he kind of had a little thing for this brown haired girl and was hoping to talk to her at the festival so if he was lucky, it would be the start of one of his first actual relationships with the tribe.
Alas, his life ended as it had begun, violently, with a lot of blood going everywhere.
He had the most terrible bad luck of stumbling across Krozen, a vampire who’d just escaped a death penalty from his tribe for deciding he rather liked the taste of children. How did it happen exactly? Well, Kozec just walked round a tree, a bag of berries and mushrooms in one hand and a stick that was currently Sycon, the dragon-slaying sword of champions in Kozec’s mind and had happened to notice the tall, thin, pure white, naked man frozen in mid-stride who was staring oddly at him, a perfectly normal thing to come across in the middle of a secluded forest. Anyway, as Krozen stared blankly at Kozec, and Kozec stared open-mouthed at Krozen, Kozec said his final Coherent
words. Is it meant to be that small?
Then he got his throat torn out, it was not painless and it was not quick and the only thought going through his darkening mind was I know I was told talking about thingies isn’t polite but this is a bit of an over-reaction surely?
Then, funnily enough, Krozen got his
throat torn out by one of the hunters hunting him. It seemed that the little pick-me-up that would help him escape from his pursuers was what slowed him down and distracted him long enough to let one get the drop on him. After some quick thought, the hunter luckily decided that it was best if he turn Kozec instead of leaving him to die in the middle of nowhere. Yah’see, there are two ways a Vampire can bite someone, the ways aren’t very different really but the results are very different. One results in someone dying, the other still results in them dying but at least they can still walk around and have a laugh about it. So, when Kozec next woke up, it was amongst the company of a bunch of strange people, in a strange tent and strapped down to a strange bed. It seemed the vampires didn’t exactly trust him yet as recently blooded vampires tend to wake up a bit thirsty.
After they’d explained the situation to him, what had happened, the changes he may notice in his body, how he may start looking at girls differently and about a week of being strapped to the table, with him whining and bitching at whoever happened to be stuck looking after him, the elders decided it was probably okay to let him stretch his legs a little. He then took one step outside, determined that he wouldn’t gut and drink the first thing he saw and proceeded to run down and eat a squirrel. Naturally, he was a bit revolted after it and kinda pissed off as two other vampires suddenly appeared from the trees, laughing at him for immediately breaking his swears that he wouldn’t act like one of them. It seemed they’d planted the squirrel there for him so he’d see this wasn’t something that could be overcome by sheer willpower.
It seemed that being a vampire meant you had a slightly twisted sense of humour too.
Anyway, that was when they told him he could learn to control it to an extent, he could take up hobbies, get something to use as a supplement for blood, drink animals’ blood instead of hunting down humans. They also mentioned that he really shouldn’t go back to his tribe now, and all it took for Kozec to see that they had a point was for them to point at the little red smear where he’s grabbed the squirrel. So, that’s when Kozec’s new life amongst them began, which actually wasn’t all that bad.
Admittedly, everyone looked kind of similar, what with black hair and white skin, but he’d gotten some cool new powers. He could jump really high, run really fast, lift really heavy stuff and do the splits, in the air, while summersaulting. What’s more, the kids were quite nice to him too, he actually found himself making a few friends, joining in their games, and their games were EPIC. Sports day was on a whole other level than what he’d seen before, plus, he was actually good at music now, and dancing, and tonnes of other things. The other vampires thought it was funny and the parents thought he was a good example to tell their children why they should be happy with what they’ve got.
So, for the next 30 years, things were going great for him, cept he was kinda annoyed that he only looked about thirteen. It seemed that growing up as a vampire was kinda like a curve, the older you were the less time affected you. Also, to the great amusement/annoyance of the adults, their personalities and mentality seemed to stay the same as their bodies’ age. So 12 year olds with four year old bodies still tended to be afraid of the dark. Anyway, he was currently working with Kamen, their priest, and was now a little famous amongst their tribe, as the outsider who’d joined and managed to get himself in one of the most respectful positions a young boy could find himself, he’d learnt to cook, he could sew, he was good at sports and music, was polite and courteous, he was actually a bit of a catch. Afterlife was looking a whole lot better than life was.
Then…she showed up.
All Kozec can remember hearing was RAIGOONNN WAVE!
and everything went red, and hot, and excruciatingly
painful, then a little better, then painful again as he landed on the ground. Anyway, he’d been on the outskirts of the village with Kamen, learning the more boring stuff he’d need to know about the history of his tribe and Mirthor, patiently waiting to learn some of the cooler stuff. Then he’d been caught in the outskirts of the magical explosion and flung through a few trees until he hit the ground. There were a good few other members of his tribe that hadn’t been in the village too, and they were all pissed as hell, and when a bunch of angry vampires set their eyes on someone, the only reason it can’t be said they’ve won is because there’s nothing left of their enemy. This was why a lot of them were surprised as hell as this one lone sorceress with magic in one hand and a sword in the other proceeded to not only hold them off, but begin to win. The really galling thing was that she was talking to them, cracking jokes and grinning as she fought, she wasn’t insane or anything, it just seemed she was used to fighting against the odds like this, she was very good at it. After about a few hours, it looked like she was being worn down but considering there were only six vampires left, including Kozec and they were fighting in the smoking remains of their village, it seemed she’d won really, and she did. The six of them rushed her and after a brief nasty struggle, she decapitated two of them, skewered one of them with an ice spear, got another with a fireball, shielded herself from both Kozec’s pretty weak black lightning spell and sword strike and then blasted him with a wind spell, knocking him way out of the fight. The last thing Kozec saw before he hit a house’s one remaining wall was her spin round and punch the last vampire right in the jaw, knocking him in the air and then getting him with a roundhouse kick. He only had one brief moment of consciousness after that, looking through bleary eyes to see her looking at him with a calculating expression.
Once he came round, which was a surprise, he…well, he cried for a while, which was perfectly natural considering everything had gone horribly wrong again. Seriously, what the hell? Apparently a mix of fear, prejudice and rumour had grown amongst the humans of Faelee due to the vampires isolation from them, and they’d finally hired a bounty hunter to get rid of them a while after a vampire had broken down and killed a family. Despite the other vampires killing him and leaving them the body. Later on, Kozec grudgingly admitted that they’d chosen a bloody good bounty hunter, kinda funny that they hadn’t had the sense to hire any protection in case she missed one. Normally, he felt kinda bitter when people told him that he was either lucky that the Raptures hadn’t taken him, or that the hunter had decided to bite him, but he was sure he was lucky that the bounty hunter hadn’t been very thorough. Anyway, after about a month of enacting his own personal vendetta against anyone who’d had a part in hiring the bounty hunter, he was busy taking care of the ones who’d actually recommended her. The children were still in their beds, where they’d be staying, he’d gotten the mother after simply breaking a glass downstairs and snuck past the father to take care of her when she was alone in her room. A brief scream from her had him running back to her, although he was only in time to meet Kozec. That was when he discovered Andrea’s
Once he’d finished up with the father, he tried to hunt her down to get his vengeance against her, and he did find her, once, ten years later. She looked exactly the same as she had then, a smile on her face and enough food in front of her to feed a third world country. So, he kicked down the door, crushing a passing waiter, Sycon in one hand and a red ball of angry blood in the other. Andrea the demon killer, I’ve come for my vengeance. I am the last remaining member of my tribe, who were wrongly exterminated by your black hand. Once I awoke to the scene, I swore that I would kill the one who committed this terrible act, and once I’d buried the dead and enacted our rites, I set off on my quest to find you. And now, after a decade of hardship and trial, I’ve found you. Andrea, today is the day you die, today is the that I will taste your blood, today is the day that I will finally avenge my tribe, today is the day that I will repay you for the pain and suffering you have caused me, today is the day-That I put your head through the floor.Wha-
And she then somehow appeared in front of him, grabbed his head and put his face through the floor. When he woke up…he threw a tiny, little, harmless tantrum, trashed the restaurant and used the waiter he’d crushed with the door to start hitting other people. Then, once he’d calmed down, he grumpily started to fix up the place and work off his debt while the manager yelled angrily at him, realising that once he’d calmed down, Kozec did follow certain morals.
So once he‘d helped even the score and made sure he could leave on good terms, he set off to find her again, but realised something quite important. She’d taken him out with one attack, so perhaps he should strengthen himself a little. He was passing through Orrlee at the time, and who else to teach him how to fight than the Orr-kin? The war was still in full swing and it would still be about a century or so before the end of it. It wasn’t too hard to find a group of them to join and he was lucky enough to find one with an Orr-kin priest too, name of Gorgutz. He spent a little over forty years with him, showing a great joy to learn both his kinds’ ways of fighting and their faith. After he’d helped them in numerous battles against Sophya, he returned with the aging priest, both of them war heroes but although Kozec eagerly attempted to join their faith, they were a little too uneasy about letting a man-kin join, especially one of his type. It was annoying but what else could he do but accept their decision, although if he couldn’t become an official priest, he was sure as hell going to pick up what he could, he spent another ten years participating in their rites before moving on again, this time, to Xephamor. It was time to learn a little more about those he’d fought with for the last half-a-century.
Things went a little smoother there, he moved to the back regions of Xephamor, the region least affected by the war. They were a little more used to coming across unusual beings and his surprising keenness in joining their blood rituals was amazing. He learnt a lot from them, taking a minor interest in some of their more interesting texts on the beings known as “Raptures.” He tried to keep apart from actual worship to Xegaul, he already had a god thanks, one who didn’t want to destroy Rathya. He took a lot more interest in their blood rites, dark arts and fighting styles. After another half a century of study there, he now looked about seventeen and was ready to restart his hunt for Andrea. He was ready for her now.
But…things didn’t work out, twenty years later he had heard numerous rumours about a red-headed sorcerous fighting during the war, but once it had ended, the rumours dried up. He couldn’t find her anywhere. The best he could do was hear tales that she was still alive with nothing more specific about her location than what country she was in. He spend another year looking for her before he just gave up, he was tired of this hunt, tired of travelling everywhere on his own, he wanted company, he wanted someone to talk to properly, he missed Gorgutz, he missed Sidus, he missed his tribe. After one more solitary year of just wandering the lands as a travelling sword, he came across the circus, the circus Chroma.
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