User:Zalera
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Description
- Name: Zalera Paroxsym
- Age: He was sired at the age of 20 years and has existed for 369 years after said event. However, he really doesn't know his exact age. He just assumes he is around four-hundered.
- Sex: Male
- Height: 6'3
- Weight: 283lbs
- Race: Vampire
- Sub-race: Human
- Eyes: Crystal Blue
- Hair: Dark Chocolate Brown
- Class: Swordsmaster (Warrior)
- Status: Engaged to Zaina.
- Clan: Providence
- Family: None
- Alignment: Chaotic Evil. Everything he once believed in has been undone. He now follows but one desire; His own.
Skills
- Swordsmanship- katanas, longswords, shortswords, greatswords, and fullblades
- Hand-to-Hand Combat- A form of mixed martial arts better suited for meditation. It focuses on death-strikes and spinning kicks. His training is focused on applying this to his sword-fighting.
- Two-weapon fighting- He can weild a second weapon almost as well as he can with just one. The size and weight of the off-handed weapon can range from small to medium, from shortswords to katanas and longswords.
Biography
Before Hollow, Life as a Mortal:
Zalera's past is full of bloodshed and betrayal. Even at a young age Zalera had seen most of his family and friends either killed in combat or dragged away during a raid. He had always just accepted that this was how the world was, as dark and horrible as it might have been. It never seemed to drag him down though. His father had always told him to just keep moving. No matter how hard things get, the only thing a man can ever do is move forward.
Originally, Zalera was born a human noble to the house Paroxsym, a small warring nation of mercenaries that fought their way to their position. Fighting along side his father and older brother sense the age of 13, Zalera had already gained a vast knowledge of swordsmanship and fighting tactics. He fought with them for seven years, conquering and destroying the other small kingdoms that surrounded them. Soon, however, this simple yet bloody way of life would forever change...
Death flew in on crimson wings, devouring all in it's path. Vampires had moved into the area and decided that they were going to take this territory as their own. And they wanted no contesting.
Zalera and his kingdom banded together to repel the undead army, but the vampires had thousands of years of preparation on them, and humans could just not resist any longer. One by one, the vampires defeated them and moved on to strike the mortals' last stronghold. Zalera and the other princes were captured and brought before the vampire queen, Azzailia, to await further punishment for fighting back. All of them were to die, but the lucky ones got to stay dead.
A Vampire's Prisoner:
Azzailia brought them all forth, shackled in chains and forced to their knees. The elder vampire only smirked in delight at them, thinking up many different cruel things she could do to them. Beaten and broken, the human princes all hung their heads and awaited death. All but one.
Zalera sneered at the 'queen' as the vampires brought them in, giving his captors one last glimpse of the defiance of his people before he met his maker. However, his attitude only served to catch the attention of the Blood Queen.
"What do we have here? Do I sense...more resistance?" The elder vampire stopped before him, placing the tip of her sword against his shoulder. "What is your name, human?"
Zalera chuckled darkly, his Crystal blue eyes filling with the pure hatred he felt for this woman. "Go to hell, bloodsucker."
The vampire filled with rage and moved forward, slamming her fist into his right side. The force of the attack caused a snapping sound deep inside of his body, more than likely the sound of his ribs cracking under the pressure. He let out the breath he had and sucked in for air desperately.
Yet when he did catch his breath, his reaction was that of laughter, not pain. He would not still not allow her to break his spirit. It was horribly painful to laugh against broken ribs but he did it anyway, all just to torment her in her moment of victory.
Th others just stared at him, but now at least there was hope in their eyes. "Still resisting me?" the vampire queen mused, flexing her fingers. "I've got something all planned out for you..."
A Vampire's Spawn:
The elder vampire's blood tasted less like copper than he remembered blood tasting like. He wasn't used to the taste, but he wasn't a stranger to it. Blood was the oil that lubricated the gears of the war-machine that was his family. War was all he knew even before the vampires came to conquer them, and blood always followed war.
He wanted to pull away from the woman but the taste began to take hold of his mind. It grew sweet and addicting, filling his weak and drained body with the energy he needed to keep living but was that what he wanted? To live as this vampire's fledgling? His own questions would go unanswered, as his world grew dark his last moments as a mortal were fading fast.
"Take him back into the dungeon," the vampire queen ordered, pushing the semiconscious man from her body and into the hands of her knights, "And put him with the others. I want to see how he reacts to the thirst."
Silently, the knights dragged the prisoner away, his body now undergoing the change from a perishable human, to a bloodthirsty undead.
Peace or Complacency:
It was not painful nor was it peaceful. He almost didn’t even notice. The weakness had never really left the body, it had become thirst. Zalera might have been young but he was not naïve. He knew what it meant. Zalera had become something he had once hated. Something he still hated. The vampires had destroyed everything that was dear to him and now he had become one of them.
But as the bloodlust set in he forgot all about what being a mortal was like. Everything now was still, frozen in time around him. He did not see the men around him for who they were, but for what he could drain from his neck until he died and had to move on to the next one.
His new queen blushed in delight at her new ‘pet’ as he slaughtered and fed upon the humans who were once his brothers. Oh, how much fun this new toy was going to be…
Over the next three decades he became her most prized possession. Something inside him drove him to want to please her and make her happy. He knew the land they invaded and he had fought against the humans before. He knew their tactics and knew what to expect and so she made him her general.
She forged into his mind the ideals that the Vampires were the supreme rulers of the world, manifested by the Immoral Elazul. No race could contend with them and all races would bow to them. Morals exist only to serve their Vampire Lords and lycans and dragons were scourges of the earth, deserving nothing but death.
Secretly he still hated them for what they did to him, but part of him believed them. So far, what they were telling him had yet to be disproved…
OOC Information
I have AIM, but I'm not going to put it on here. If you want it you can ask, but please don't bother me unless you really need it. But yeah, feel free to send me a tell if you really want to say something to me, but remember to tag it accordingly if it is OOC. I accept tells ICly too.