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[Lucian Alexandras Drakus]

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[Lucian Alexandras Drakus]

The Reaper is Back......but not as you all knew him.

Name: Lucian Alexandras Drakus
Alias(S): The Reaper, Red, Sin
Species: Elder Vampire
Age: 529 (Appears around late 20's)
Height: 6" 4'
Weight: 214lbs
Skin: Caucasian (slight tan)
Hair: Black Shoulder Length Wears in a loose Ponytail
Eyes: Ice Blue (Flare with Red when enraged)
Facial Features: Prominent Canines

Abilities: Being an Elder Vampire Lucian has access to Abilities that surpass that even of a Normal Vampire, of course he has the basics of Enhanced Strength, Speed, Reflexes and Senses, but he has certain key abilities that make him far different from your average Nosferatu, he has Immunity from Sunlight and more advanced Shadow Magic Abilities such as Shadow Melding allowing him to enter any Shadow and traverse the darkness like a Portal.

Attire:
Black Silk Hair Tie, Leather Necklace with scaled down Brass Emblem of his Families Crest, Form fitting Black Shirt, Dark Grey Waist Coat, Dark Grey Suit Pants, Black Chelsea Boots, and Deep Crimson Leather Overcoat

Personality:
Cold and Emotionless, his mental state is frayed but he does try to feign some emotion to friends. He hides a History full of dark secrets.

Biography:
Lucian's Background is part of what has developed his ever changing Chameleonesque Mind-set, throughout his life various actions and events have sculpted and formed the person he is today.

Back in his youth he was a Power hungry and Reckless individual, abusing his Power using it like a tool to Intimidate and Deceive, he committed countless murders which eventually led to the name The Reaper as the amount of lives lost to his Bloody conquests rivalled that of some of the most Prolific Serial Killers to date.

Each Decade he would return home evermore changed and twisted and each time his Mother would plead with him to Stop, he eventually grew tired of his Mothers constant interfering and concern and through his own sick mind decided to end her suffering of his indecencies he tore her throat out.

At first there was no remorse for his actions, he knew that the Ancients would cast him from his Family; he knew that he would never have a place in society again. Slowly like an Illness, doubts invaded his Head, emotions he though locked away seeped into his psyche, was it Guilt? Some kind of tattered conscience?

When the realisation of his actions hit him, it was like a freight train of repression, for nights he starved himself from the Crimson nectar then he would Binge in Orgies of Death, yet he never enjoyed it, always felt colder and hollower with each victim.

Years went by as he wandered the World his Bloody past slowly fading behind him, resorting to feeding out of necessity he settled down in a small Chateau North of Lyon, this slice of peace in his life was shattered as his past eventually caught up with him in the form of Vampire Trappers sent by an Ancient lineage of Paranormal Hunters, they tracked him down, but by this point he was not the same, he did not fight, he felt he deserved to be imprisoned, sent to a Specialist Concentration Camp for his kind he was placed in the deepest bowels of the facility and rotted in a 7x7 foot room for years, eventually the room faded and he found himself locked in his own mind a Prisoner of regret.

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It was On a cold winters Evening 11th December 2012, The Prison complex was deadly Quiet currently locked down due to an unexpected Storm, not a single sound ruptured the howls of Icy winds that verberated down the halls. A subtle click sprung from the solitary confinement cell no: 144, the Metal Screeched as the Old Iron Door slowly opened, a thin layer of dust scattered into the air.

The Fading light from the hall cast into the room bordering the silhouette of a femine figure, this Female back from the door revealing her to be a young Vampiress clothed in the Attire associated to the modern day emo. She squinted into the Cell with a look of wild curiosity crossed over her Porcelain face. There was faint Movment in the shadows, a tall slender figure stepped forward, and two Crimson orbs shimmered in the abyss. The young girl only managed one quiet gasp of surprise before she was dragged into the Infinite blackness, then with a guttural snarl the Faint splatter of a Ruby liquid trailed into the hall.

Not more than a moment later the figure Emerged from the Cell, a very emaciated and gaunt Lucian, his eyes glimmered with life though, and his features were slowly returning as the Blood nourished his body. In his left hand he clutched the lifeless corpse of this once pristine girl, releasing her neck from his grasp she slumped down and her lifeless eyes gazed up to the ceiling. With not another moment’s hesitation Lucian was away, with his Strength returned his Arcane Knowledge, Empty hall after Empty hall echoed with his thundering steps as he finally came across the main Courtyard, there lay the mixed bodies of guards and vampires alike, an all-out prison riot, but these were not fresh, they had been dead for years.

"How long have I slumbered" his Calm, Cold voice creeped from the back of his throat, Centuries had passed, this was a different world that he had left, and he was to be a different man.