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Look at me, aren't I pretty?
My strings are pulled by... BLStoner
You can call me... Nicolas Xemos Yueva
I've lived through... What is the meaning of time if it is simply defined by numbers? We are no more than a blip in the history of the world, a passing second. But if you must know, I'm a few centuries old.
See me as a... Well, I am an immortal sorcerer with a thirst for blood.
I can assure you, I am... Male
I would call myself... Homosexual
I tend to be... I am not an easy person to describe, the world and I have changed together, but I still am a compassionate soul and usually very gentle when it comes to others. However, I'm not someone to be toyed with. I can be just as cruel as I can be kind.
My tale begins with... I was born during the medieval ages to a couple of common folk. We lived on a small piece of farmland, and we had little to survive on. We had a cow, a couple pigs, and two hens. We barely were able to afford keeping them, but mother had did her best in creating a garden so we at least had something to eat. But most of the time we were hungry. And things did not seem to get better as time went on. Not when my folks learned of my 'gifts'.
Truth came to light the day I learned I was able to use magic to my pleasing, my father quick to call me the child of the devil and so on until my mother told my father that it wasn't so. In fact, she had bedded another man, one who was well known. He was a traveling sorcerer, a man foreign in heritage to these lands, but was quiet popular for he had provided many services to the kingdom. But this did not ease my father's anger, and he eventually threw both my mother and myself out. We had nowhere to go, no money, nothing. We were destined to spend our lives begging and perhaps even die in the streets.
But a mother always does what she must to protect and care for her child. I never believed she would resort to such a thing, seeing as her morals disallowed it, but what were morals when a test of survival was brought up? She had stepped into the world of prostitution, a shady business that could often lead into quite a bit of trouble were one not careful, but I suppose it wasn't unheard of those days. But it put food on the table and a roof over our head. Of course, my mother knew not of the dangers it brought me as a lad who was nearly fifteen. Not all men were interested in maidens. But those days were dark and plenty, and I remember the many nights I laid crying unto my pillow at the recollection of the many filthy hands that were laid upon me. I had not the heart to tell my mother, for see was truly doing the best she could, spending days and nights busy around the clock to make sure we had enough money to eat.
A couple years past and my mother was gone. Illness that had brought an unholy fever had taken the woman from me. I used what little money I had to buy her a separate plot in which to be buried, for no one deserved to be thrown in a massive grave with other poor folk. Such a practice was foul in my eyes. But now I had nothing left. Nothing but my magic. So I used it to make my livelihood, needing to keep myself alive somehow. It was mainly small things at first, making a gold piece disappear then reappear, escaping imprisonment when the law thought I had done something wrong, healing minor injuries. Small things, really.
Luckily I never stayed in one place too long, always on the road and never having any place to call home. However, time was quick to flow, and seemed to not change. For awhile I pondered it, then remembered that I had messed up on a particular spell at the age of twenty-three. I suppose that's what I deserve for trying to make the rain stop with little to no knowledge of magic and its properties.
But on time went, and I learned to rapidly change and adapt with the ways of the world and ended up calling an old ruin which was once a mighty fort home. The place had, and still has, been over grown with a number of plant life, so it looks like a big tower of moss and vines. I know I should clear it away, but it provides the perfect defense against intruders. Which is how I met my first real lover, a skilled thief who was thirteen years my senior. His name was Aldrich and he was once a soldier, but was thrown out after a brutal brawl with a comrade who had been causing trouble endlessly. Aldrich had lost an eye in that fight and had plenty of nasty scars which he wore proudly. But despite the male's build that was perfect for the warrior type, he was as agile and silent as death and could get his hands on just about anything he desired. I just happened to be one of those things.
We were quite happy together for about six years until he turned me into a creature much like himself, one of the night and who thirsted for blood in order to survive. I did not and still cannot believe he did such a thing, but I had him thrown out and gave him a good warning of what would happen if he ever returned.
Since then I have been on my own, forgetting about the rest of the world, other than when I needed to feed, and only focusing on my magic. I've become highly skilled since then, but a couple centuries in only your own company can be quite frustrating and cause one to go mad. I've decided that I'd rather not become crazed and have been on a quest to find companionship ever since.
I want a collar with... Blue, White; Fang, Cloud
Expect me to be... Kind and compassionate, but also stern when the situation calls upon it.
My property is called... N/A
My strings are pulled by... BLStoner
You can call me... Nicolas Xemos Yueva
I've lived through... What is the meaning of time if it is simply defined by numbers? We are no more than a blip in the history of the world, a passing second. But if you must know, I'm a few centuries old.
See me as a... Well, I am an immortal sorcerer with a thirst for blood.
I can assure you, I am... Male
I would call myself... Homosexual
I tend to be... I am not an easy person to describe, the world and I have changed together, but I still am a compassionate soul and usually very gentle when it comes to others. However, I'm not someone to be toyed with. I can be just as cruel as I can be kind.
My tale begins with... I was born during the medieval ages to a couple of common folk. We lived on a small piece of farmland, and we had little to survive on. We had a cow, a couple pigs, and two hens. We barely were able to afford keeping them, but mother had did her best in creating a garden so we at least had something to eat. But most of the time we were hungry. And things did not seem to get better as time went on. Not when my folks learned of my 'gifts'.
Truth came to light the day I learned I was able to use magic to my pleasing, my father quick to call me the child of the devil and so on until my mother told my father that it wasn't so. In fact, she had bedded another man, one who was well known. He was a traveling sorcerer, a man foreign in heritage to these lands, but was quiet popular for he had provided many services to the kingdom. But this did not ease my father's anger, and he eventually threw both my mother and myself out. We had nowhere to go, no money, nothing. We were destined to spend our lives begging and perhaps even die in the streets.
But a mother always does what she must to protect and care for her child. I never believed she would resort to such a thing, seeing as her morals disallowed it, but what were morals when a test of survival was brought up? She had stepped into the world of prostitution, a shady business that could often lead into quite a bit of trouble were one not careful, but I suppose it wasn't unheard of those days. But it put food on the table and a roof over our head. Of course, my mother knew not of the dangers it brought me as a lad who was nearly fifteen. Not all men were interested in maidens. But those days were dark and plenty, and I remember the many nights I laid crying unto my pillow at the recollection of the many filthy hands that were laid upon me. I had not the heart to tell my mother, for see was truly doing the best she could, spending days and nights busy around the clock to make sure we had enough money to eat.
A couple years past and my mother was gone. Illness that had brought an unholy fever had taken the woman from me. I used what little money I had to buy her a separate plot in which to be buried, for no one deserved to be thrown in a massive grave with other poor folk. Such a practice was foul in my eyes. But now I had nothing left. Nothing but my magic. So I used it to make my livelihood, needing to keep myself alive somehow. It was mainly small things at first, making a gold piece disappear then reappear, escaping imprisonment when the law thought I had done something wrong, healing minor injuries. Small things, really.
Luckily I never stayed in one place too long, always on the road and never having any place to call home. However, time was quick to flow, and seemed to not change. For awhile I pondered it, then remembered that I had messed up on a particular spell at the age of twenty-three. I suppose that's what I deserve for trying to make the rain stop with little to no knowledge of magic and its properties.
But on time went, and I learned to rapidly change and adapt with the ways of the world and ended up calling an old ruin which was once a mighty fort home. The place had, and still has, been over grown with a number of plant life, so it looks like a big tower of moss and vines. I know I should clear it away, but it provides the perfect defense against intruders. Which is how I met my first real lover, a skilled thief who was thirteen years my senior. His name was Aldrich and he was once a soldier, but was thrown out after a brutal brawl with a comrade who had been causing trouble endlessly. Aldrich had lost an eye in that fight and had plenty of nasty scars which he wore proudly. But despite the male's build that was perfect for the warrior type, he was as agile and silent as death and could get his hands on just about anything he desired. I just happened to be one of those things.
We were quite happy together for about six years until he turned me into a creature much like himself, one of the night and who thirsted for blood in order to survive. I did not and still cannot believe he did such a thing, but I had him thrown out and gave him a good warning of what would happen if he ever returned.
Since then I have been on my own, forgetting about the rest of the world, other than when I needed to feed, and only focusing on my magic. I've become highly skilled since then, but a couple centuries in only your own company can be quite frustrating and cause one to go mad. I've decided that I'd rather not become crazed and have been on a quest to find companionship ever since.
I want a collar with... Blue, White; Fang, Cloud
Expect me to be... Kind and compassionate, but also stern when the situation calls upon it.
My property is called... N/A