Personal History
I was born in Versailles (in France) in 1661. My mother gave birth to me when my father was attending the new king’s coronation. I was the fourth son to a country noble, living in a small town in the southwest of France. We had a small estate, and bred ducks. The area of France where I spent all my human existence is called Périgord. I’d say it is the land of the good food… I was raised with my three brothers and three sisters. I was the last child of my parents, along with a twin brother. I was very different from my twin brother, who is dark-skinned and dark-haired when I am light-skinned and almost red-haired. Don’t mistake me for a red-haired, though, I am flame-haired, which is lighter than red-haired.
My childhood is not interesting, except that I had no hope of getting the title, but was nonetheless raised to live by the values of my kind, and taught the rules of courtesy. These and swordsmanship are the only things that remain from my existence as a human.
One year a host of thugs decided to raid our lands. We were not able to protect our people, who were beaten, stolen and butchered. Father decided to send someone to the court to get help. Being that I was not the heir, and I was the best swords and wordsman among his sons, it was I who undertook the journey to Versailles.
Versailles was full of leeches… I had to spar my way to get an audience with somebody who could get me an audience with the king. Some day, the son to a higher noble shot a deprecating comment about the place I live and my parents, slighting my honour. I answered on the spot that maybe my parents where breeding ducks and children alike, but that his were raising pigs and children alike. Litters are scarcer, but by no means prettier, and that his smell was matching his appearance. Flametempered I already was… This beautiful wordsplay got me the audience and death with as much surety as swordplay would have.
I don’t know whether it was the son or the father who paid for my assassination, but that night when I went back, I met my death. The fellow who was to take me on the other side of life had humour and honour. We fought with sword and words until I was exhausted. By that time I had earned his respect, so he told me that by contract he had to remove me from the world of the living. However, I could choose between eternal death or eternal unlife… I answered him that I didn’t understand. He smiled then made a mistake I afterwards knew for deliberate. He left me an opening and I pulled my sword through his heart, only to find one of his hands on my sword arm, the other on my throat. I looked at his face and saw his fangs. He told me then “Eternal death or eternal unife. I am bound by contract to make you leave the world of the living. Such choice I have never given before, but in the short time we have met, I have come to like you. You can die by my sword, yours, if you prefer, or live a vampire like me. Only daylight and silver through the heart can kill you then.” I knew what my fate and my choice would be then.
That night, I became a vampire…
The next thing I did was going to the house of my morning’s foe, killing him as well as his father, but sparing his sisters and mother. They had no part in this all. I left a bloody hand imprint on the pillow next to their heads though, to imprint in their minds that they had been spared, and that only because I had wished so.
Then I went back to my father’s estates. My parents found me pale, and I told them it was because of poor food, which helped explain why I didn’t eat anymore and remained closeted in my room. At nights, I would leave and hunt for blood and information about the thugs. One night, I found their lair. The night after, I came with some men, fought them and killed them all. Exhausted, I went home and fell on my bed fully dressed. One of my sisters came in the night when I slept and kissed me. I was cold, and she saw a bloody hole in my vest.
Convinced that it was a sword hole, she thought me dead. My parents decided to quickly bury me. I was so tired that it is only the nailing of the coffin that woke me. By that time it was day, and we were in the open. I couldn’t stop them without undying… My parents laid my coffin in the river, so that the flow carry me to better places… well, it did… It carried me to the sea, then to Ravenblack City, where a lone sour-tempered vampire named petit_prince found me and helped me…
He took me as his family right when he was in the middle of a war against a clan. He was at that time making war with SIE. He changed my name to that of black_dragonet, in reference to the SIE member he despised the most, telling me that if I had honour, he had not, and that I would have to make up for his lack of it by being doubly honourable. He told me that he would also teach me what he never got to learn: humour…
He has always been strange. He is also French, he is very caring in his way, but he also is kind of barbaric and unsocial. He passionately hates vampire hunters and vampires that remain in his square when they have bitten him. He used to HW or GS such vampires, which is what started this war against SIE. Don’t tempt his temper by doing so…
I was a fresh corpse when he freed me from the coffin, he taught me Suction and surprise, helped me through celerity levels and the first two levels of stamina, also taught me to hunt hunters. We really had some good time together, but ours was a very lonely life, for he never spoke much, and met very few vampires.
One day, I met a vampire hunter, and chased him, alone. I was hit over 40 times, and ended up completely drained again. That day, he told me that I couldn’t get more out of him, and that he would send me to a place better suited to teach me the ways of the city.
He sent me to SIE, the worthiest foes he had ever had.
I quickly worked my way out of the TGI and chose to be a guard. I have always dissociated being a guard and being a warrior. To me the honour and greatness of a guard are associated with that of what he is pledged to guard, when they are associated with the warrior feats and courage. I don’t care if I’m a poor warrior as long as I’m a good guard.
I quite soon also asked to teach, for I had discovered that dealing with younglings was something I could do quite well. I very long taught in enrolment only, and gradually expanded my teaching to later levels. I discovered that I really enjoyed that.
From flame-tempered, I grew to become quiet and wise. I was close to my clan leader, and we would quite often talk about the city or other things.
One day, my clan leader decided to leave and her second in command took over.
Short version from here is that things didn’t get that well with the new leader, and after I discovered that her behaviour was contrary to what I believe to be that of a leader, I requested to be freed from my pledge to protect the clan and its honour, a request Twylyte agreed to.
I then joined Yggdrasil, that has been my home since them. I have found there the place where I belong, as well as the woman I belong to.
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