Jarrow

Jarrow Mar 7, 2011 16:34:43 GMT -5

Post by Jarrow on Mar 7, 2011 16:34:43 GMT -5

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|Personality|
Fear. That is how you gain power. Make no pretense of love or kindness. Let them know that you are in control. Let them learn that you are to be feared. But - know when to fear others. For they are the ones to learn from if you are to take that power from them. Be patient. You have all the time in the world.

|Likes|Control. Controlling the lives of other for that is when you have true power.
Passion. It is only then that you can feel live again.
Fear. It is palpable and sweet when the prey knows it is hunted. Especially the fear of young women.
High Society. Dinning with your enemies will show you how to destroy them.

|Dislikes|Vampires. they are what made you but have forgotten how to rule.
Mages. It is their power that could challenge yours.
Rudeness. Remind those with it of their proper place.

|Personal Weaknesses|Arrogant of powers and perceived invulnerability
As much rank and privilege is obstained, you always covet more.
You have a strange attraction to those with power, especially when they have more than you.

|Personal Strengths|Charm. When used properly, you are very effective.
Insight. You always seem to get a good read on others.
Inspire fear. You have a knack for knowing how to scare your prey.

|Fears|The true potential of magic and thus mages.
Being outcast.
Loneliness

|Goals|Acquire more and more power and the privileges that come with it.
To become a reckon force in the society of the Damned.
To learn to overcome your desires for companionship.

|Secrets|The loneliness of your existence is unbearable for you. If others learned of how you felt they could exploit it.
You create childer in the past to cure your loneliness but quickly grew tired of her.
You have killed your sire.

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|Family|
Saduuk ~ ? ? ~ Sire (Destroyed)
Marilyn ~ 54 ~ Abandoned Childer

|Connection to Horde|
Seeks to join them and rise through their ranks.

|Connection to Host|
No connection

|History|
"Childhood is over the moment you know you're going to die." That was the one lesson that man who would become Jarrow was taught by his father. And it was a brutal lesson that he learned day after day and bloody scar after scar. But he would never deny the results of those lessons. It was only through that pain, agony, and torment that he strengthened his spirit and honed his rage. And it was the rage that gave him the strength to set himself free of his father's lessons. At the age of 20, after two decades of "learning", his father was killed. There were no tears, or feelings of loss for the departed. Only the blood on his own hands to bare witness to the patricide.

By breaking those chains that bound him to his father, he was free to travel the world as his own man. For a time he ventured in Germany under the name of Grimnir. During these years, he felt true freedom and cared for nothing else. The world was his domain. But such frivolity can not last forever. The Great War was growing worse by the day and eventually, all would be destroyed. The first World War was a challenge for this young man to survive. But survive he did.

Jarrow befriended a group of like-minded men and together they traveled the world looking for excitement and life. His time with them showed him the benefits of companionship. Truly, he could never have imagined being alone again. But he would learn that nothing is eternal. After the war, the survivors of the group traveled together through the devastation of the surrounding countries.

What they found was death.

The very personification of death in the form of fanged teeth and a thirst for blood that the men could not fight off. The vampires destroyed and devoured everyone, save for him. For whatever purpose, he was spared and brought deep underground into their lair. For days, perhaps even years, he was kept barely alive, drank from enough to weaken him. Of all the events of his life, this one truly felt as though it would last forever. But then, after an immeasurable time, he was brought before the leaders of the lair. They drank from him every last drop, and before death could finally claim him, they gave it all back. The world died there, but he was reborn into another. He was to be Jarrow. He was to serve the Aristocracy.

Outraged and frenzying on the power of the blood, Jarrow fought his way out of the lair and back to the surface. But it was not the world he remembered. A grand wilderness had regrown over the dead society of mankind after some Final World War. Now everything was dark and lifeless, and empty. The one thing that had always been a part of his life was the sense of belonging. There was, however, one thing that he did feel connected to; the new civilization of power under the rule of the Horde.

When vampires from the Aristocracy broke off to join the dark mages, Jarrow was one of the first to join them. He despised the Aristocracy and blamed them for his creation. More than that, he saw would he could have in this new world.... anything he wanted.

|RP Sample|
The blood was hot and satisfying - almost intoxicating. It had been so long since the last time Jarrow had fed. He had nearly forgotten how it felt. The young girl's body spasmed in his arms as the last bit of life bled out. Jarrow held the body close, savoring the moment before releasing her. With a cracking thud, she hit the wooden floor; discarded like a child's toy once it's entertainment has been exhausted.

"Well, thank you my dear," Jarrow said with his gruff voice still soaking in her blood. "That truly was the best you could have done for me." Jarrow stood over her, looking into the mirror on the wall. A few adjustments to his collar, a strand of hair put back in place, and he was ready to continue with his night. Deep within his chest, the dead heart of the wolf was alive again - for as long as the girl's blood would last, and now he felt the call of the wild. Out through the window he had entered from, Jarrow was back in the forest, feeling the breeze of mother nature and the light of the moon like he never had before his transformation.

In the distance behind him, in the wooden shack that girl had called home, Jarrow could hear the cries of horror from a woman. Most likely the young girl's body had just been found; probably by her mother. A wicked thought crossed into Jarrow's mind as the taste of her blood excited his lips. "Perhaps her whole family is as sweet," the voice said, "and God be praised if she has any sisters."

With darkness filling him, Jarrow turned back from the wilderness before him. Back towards the shack and the promise of a good meal.

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