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Vasilios

(#15160376)

"Turn off the light and murder the dawn."

Familiar

Regal Bladebearer

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

12.8 m

Wingspan

14.54 m

Weight

11723.09 kg

Genetics

White
Ripple

White
Noxtide

Blood
Smirch

Hatchday

Jul 21, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 1 Guardian

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

The Shade of Vasilios
Former Clan Haruspex | Former Ambassador to the Scarred Wasteland | Illegitimate Prince of the Kingdom of Vaerian

(Undead Dragon - Wraith Breed - Corrupted and Detained)

MATE

Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and carry you down into sleep, child. The darkness will rise from the deep, and carry you down into sleep...

In a kingdom filled with depravity as far as the eye could see, a child was born.

The innocence of a child did not exist here, and so, the depravity clutched him tight from the very beginning.

Visions of the beautiful child haunted those who saw it, his confident steps followed by his trail of silk-like hair stained blood-red. The color of the king. Everyone knew what this meant, but said nothing.

Born to a secret mistress with eerily similar red hair who'd become the court's royal mage, he was unwanted competition from the very start. He saw it in the eyes of the woman who sat next to his father on the throne, and smiled at her coldness sweetly...but his eyes sang of destruction.

His mother, unstable and wavering, had a great and many plan for him. He'd thought it was for his benefit: but it was his moment of weakness...his unseen learning opportunity. There were things that not even he knew. And so, he was shaped around court life by her hand: learning the magic of Plague, and excelling head and shoulders above his fellow students. A horrific force that frightened his tutors, with a sharp tongue like a certain ruler that often watched him too closely for comfort.

Guileless son, I'll shape your belief, and you'll always know that your father's a thief. And you won't understand the cause of your grief, but you'll always follow the voices beneath...

As he grew, so did his beauty...and so too, did his knowledge. No one dared meet his gaze in the great halls of his father's court, the darkness that filled his eyes clear proof of his dark and terrible birthright. The son of the Blood-Born. The king feared nothing...but oh, how he should have. And always, his mother sang quietly from the tower in which she resided...

"Guileless son, your spirit will hate her: the flower who married my brother, the traitor. And you will expose his puppeteer behavior, for you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty."

Taking his father's side as court advisor was easier than plucking petals from a rose. The queen seethed in silent rage, but he only smiled, and coiled his arm 'round the great king's chest to whisper at his ear. Across the court, his mother's eerie smile widened with pride...and something else.

Guileless son, each day you grow older, each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold. The child of my body, the flesh of my soul, will die in returning the birthright he stole.

When the day came that the great mage confronted the king, the queen screamed in anguish. Screams that told the story of every ounce of her hidden knowledge: that the man this 'creature' loved so dearly was none other than a sibling forcefully separated at birth. The mage smiled.

Vasilios froze.

She'd known.

All this time, she'd known.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and his vision filled with red. Red, red, red...it stained his life, and now, it would stain his world. He heard his mother's words only faintly: that it was time to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. To attack...just as they'd planned.

It was only when he came to that he saw the fallen forms of his mother, the queen, and the king lying prone on the cold marble floor of the court. Trembling, he flinched uncontrollably, coated in red, red, red. He had to go. And it was then, that the newly anointed Blood-Born fled his rightful kingdom, dodging the spears of his subjects who knew no better.

One day, he would be back, he promised himself. And he would show them what a true ruler could do with their birthright.

His carefully laid plans unfolded with great strife throughout the years. First, he would need a warrior: and a hauntingly lovely tyrant leader in the land of Earth would fit his tastes perfectly. Teivel. His name tasted like iron on his tongue, and sent chills down his spine: the perfect reaction he'd been waiting for as he lie in wait.

Next: a consort. His studies in his father's kingdom had lead him to an outcast clan known for their overzealous nature. A new 'princess' had been born, and had survived her trial in the Wyrmwound. Perfect.

What had had not expected, however, was the rise of an urge deep in the pit of his stomach: the urge to search out his Charge. How tiresome. He tried to suppress it, truly, but it was annoyingly strong a call. And so, his plans to take back his kingdom were put on hold: at least for a short time...so he'd thought. What he found at the end of his Search was far better than he could have ever hoped...and a dark, dark plan bubbled as a witch's brew in the recesses of his mind. A necromancer. His Charge was a necromancer.

And better yet, the little 'princess' of the zealot's tribe had fled to the Labyrinth where he resided. Fate, he decided, had decided to have mercy on him.

And as hard as it was, he tore himself from his Charge to head for Dragonhome. There was business to attend to.

It was going to be alright. He would finally rule once more. But first, the finalization of his plans.

Sovereigns. Yes...that's what he would call them...

Art by Starsystems

TEMPLATE BY XEMRISS #44020;

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True Charge/Former Lover and Accomplice: Grimshaw | False Charge and Former "Mate": Valdis

Son: Erebos (Adopted) | Daughter: Deyanira (Adopted) | Former Servant: Teivel | Former Lover/Best Friend: Nemesis

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