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OCtober Day 1- Dagon Altyrian

Name: Dagon Altyrian
Age: 28
Height: 7′2″
Weight: 210lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Questioning
Race: Vampire (former Human)
Appearance: Tall, dark skin, thin but toned, narrow green slitted eyes, pointed ears, short fangs, long black hair that’s slightly wavy, long face, kind smile, black-red shoulder pauldrons strap across his bare chest and attach to the leather belt holding his black half-cape up. The cape opens at the front of his legs which are covered by dark grey pants until the knees which are guarded by layered red-grey grieves made from dyed steel. Fingerless gloves cover his hands and reach part-way up the forearms spreading out with several straps. Feathered black wings spread about 12ft overall.

Story: While travelling along the woods alone, three Vampires ambushed Dagon and tore the man open leaving him nearly for death. Figuring he’d die, after they took his blood for their meal they left Dagon alone for his fate. However, one decrepit cottage within the woods creaked, and its door opened. Dagon fell unconscious.

Upon awaking, warm fire and soft blankets surrounded Dagon. Aching from head to toe, he groaned and looked about.

“‘Bout time ya woke up, boy. It’s been three nights.’“

A stout and short man with a raspy voice, long fangs, and weathered grey wings hobbled about the room with a severe limp. Grabbing bandages, he walked toward Dagon and pulled back his blankets, grasping his arm with stitches and bloodied gauze. He removed these gauze and placed fresh ones on. However, this man suddenly tore away and coughed harshly with a disgusting wheeze, and clouds of thick dust emitted from his throat.

Dagon questioned this man. Why would a Vampire save a Human? Who was this Vampire? Was he alright?

The Vampire revealed his name: Bennor Altyrian. He refused to say what happened with his personal health, but instead simply claimed saving Dagon was the right thing to do. He warned Dagon that it’d be several more days before he could move himself from the couch and during that time, Bennor agreed he’d help him recover. Without listening to anything else from Dagon, Bennor walked toward a single small table with flowers, a wreath, and a dust-covered glass cup with dried blood inside, knelt before it and began praying to Taroth, the Vampire god.

Dagon spent the following days and nights waking up, getting his bandages replaced, eating and drinking, and resting. Between wakeups, however, he’d find Bennor limping and hobbling about with his coughing becoming harsher and harsher by the hour. More dust came with every fit, and Dagon asked what could be done to help, but Bennor refused to respond each time, his arguments becoming more adamant yet voice weaker with each one.

One night, Dagon awoke and found Bennor chugging whiskey at the altar while coughing and swallowing the dust each time. Extremely concerned, Dagon ceaselessly asked what was happening until the answer came: Bennor neared death with every night and upon death, his corpse would become purely dust like any Vampire’s. However, Bennor swore his faith, soul, love, everything to Taroth, but living alone, nobody could take his dust to the final Temple for Taroth in existence and allow him passage to Lorika where Vampires lived eternally in peace and joy, and therefore his soul would forever wander astray from Taroth and joyful eternity.

Dagon suddenly stood upright from the couch. For the first time since the attack, he finally regained mobility and declared to Bennor one promise, “You’ve saved my life, and therefore I’ll save your future one. Tell me where the Temple lies.”

Bennor refused to reveal its location, saying if Dagon brought his dust into the temple that Humans would find out and kill him. But Dagon remained adamant and swore with every fiber of his being that he’d save the man who’d done the same for him. And just as he’d said this, Bennor came into one more harsh coughing fit. Dagon grasped the man and clapped his back harshly, though he struggled to speak and the coughing wouldn’t slow. Suddenly, his skin grew cold and eyes widened, and Bennor choked until his breathing ceased, and there in Dagon’s arms his corpse turned into dust.

This marked Dagon’s declaration and promise to the old man Bennor. Approaching the altar, he prayed to Taroth and asked for the Temple’s location which the god then revealed, and Dagon gathered Bennor’s dust and rushed out that night beneath the moon.

After four days and five nights, Dagon finally arrived before the Temple, and the Vampires, albeit confused why a Human stood in their presence, allowed him entry. Walking up fifteen flights of stairs to the towering statue of Taroth, Dagon looked at the box in his arms with Bennor’s dust and, tears filling his eyes, he set the box directly in the statue’s palms and rushed away, unable to bear another second with his savior’s remains.

The deed was done. Bennor finally lay at rest with his god like he’d always wanted.

Dagon ran far away from this Temple and back toward his hometown. Through the coming days, he never once forgot Bennor, but most importantly the singular thought nagged away at him: he was the only Human with the knowledge of where this Temple lay. And upon arriving within the town, Vampire Hunters presented themselves to him and pointed blades and arrows toward him. They demanded he reveal the location lest death befall him.

If Dagon did reveal the location, the Humans would destroy the last existing temple of the Vampire god, and every Vampire whose dust lay inside would be spilled, their souls therefore departing from Lorika and joyful eternity in peace.

Dagon refused to reveal the location. In doing so, the Hunters declared him a sinner and stabbed him through the heart with an arrow, and Dagon died, his soul lingering within nothingness for, sinners didn’t deserve peaceful eternity.

Bennor’s soul lay joyfully with his god, but Dagon’s wandered aimlessly.

Something towering with bloody wings and a kind, loving smile spread out two arms and walked toward Dagon. Leaning down, this figure embraced him and said, “You’ve done everything for my love and I, and my people. You deserve everything we have in return. Follow me. To Lorika–the land of Vampires.” Taroth carried Dagon’s soul into Lorika and to one small cottage within the woods where the door creaked open.

Falling to his knees, Bennor burst into tears for a moment before running and throwing himself around Dagon and kissing him, calling him with a strong, healthy voice, a fool, idiot, selfless and reckless, everything possible. Entirely recovered now, Bennor looked to Taroth and stretched up, the two kissing one another for one long moment before Bennor returned to hugging Dagon tightly.

From that night on, Dagon had Bennor turn him and the two lived within the cottage forever in peace. Bennor adopted him and called the man his son.

OC October Day 3- David Hylander

Name: David Hylander
Age: 14
Height: 5′3″
Weight: 112lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: N/A
Race: Vampire
Personality: Submissive, spiteful, short-tempered, lonely, dependent, emotional, accepting
Appearance: Skinny but broad, golden slitted and wide eyes, messy brown hair, light skin, long pointed ears, short fangs, round and freckled face, freckled arms and back, black bony wings which fade to bloody colors at the tips and spread a total of around 10 feet out. He wears a long black jacket with white fur cuffs, a white graphic tee, black jeans with tears in the knees, buckled black leather boots with several straps and chains which dangle from the outer sides.

Story: Insane, brutal and murderous Vampire master, Kyros Hylander, also known as the Breaker, spent millennia turning and enslaving Humans to become thralls by the dozens. He’d break them apart mentally and spiritually until all these thralls knew or remembered was their eternal service to him until they died, or Kyros killed them. The breaking brought Kyros pleasure. Without regards for these thralls, this Vampire enslaved nearly one million over his reign and slayed numerous Humans by his hands and theirs. Everyone within Orand, the Vampire continent, feared Kyros and their fear fed his greed.

David’s father and mother divorced days after his birth, and custody was fully given to the father, Sam. Alone, he raised David for several years.

One night, David broke open his bedroom window and ran far away from home, deep into the forest while refusing to look back for even one second. But something lurked within the shadows.

Kyros appeared and captured David, then turned him and laughed as the boy fell and cried hysterically, and instantly Kyros began commanding him. Without hesitation, David obeyed these orders and never rebelled or showed fear, like following orders was his prime nature. Kyros gave barbaric tasks like collecting blood from innocent people, attacking unsuspecting passerbys for food while making David starve, and many other things. Not once did David question these tasks, argue about them, anything, however he followed them through with obvious dismay and disgust.

Kyros attempted to increase the barbaricness of each task, but David still never fought. Nothing broke the boy. Kyros even told David, “You’re nothing. You’ll never amount to anything.” And each time David simply replied, “I’m aware.”

For several weeks, David concealed his Vampiric identity from Sam and anybody else. During this time, nearly every second of every day remained dedicated to his master, and David spent less time with his father and inside the house. Sam grew impatient with the boy, therefore. Alongside this impatience, Kyros’s rage grew with the inability to find anything which would break David. As both men unleashed their respective fury upon him, David knew this couldn’t continue forever.

David walked before his father and revealed his wings and fangs and ears, telling his father what he was.

Sam scoffed. “You ain’t ever been nothing when Human. Now you don’t even got Humanity left. You’re less than nothing.”

David instinctively fell onto his knees and submitted.

Just outside the house, Kyros appeared, prepared to take the boy for another task. But looking through the window he saw Sam, decrepit and sweaty and dazed, lifting an entire whiskey bottle above David’s head as he screamed insults and swore, claiming David’s lack of worth over and over again like these events weren’t anything unusual. Drawing his blade, Kyros slipped inside before David and blocked the assault, letting the whiskey bottle smash into the sword. He then pushed Sam into the floor and snapped his wrist backward with an angry snarl and stared the man down, then licked the falling blood from the broken hand and wrist.

“Why defend something so useless?” Sam asked. “Millions of Humans out there and you took the most useless one of ‘em!”

Kyros pressed the blade against Sam’s chest and replied, “He isn’t useless, nor is he a thing. David’s a person--a great one. Even I know that, and I’ve broken thousands of lives for my own pleasure. But you cannot break someone who is already broken.”

“What’ll you do then? If you’re the Breaker?!”

Kyros looked to David and closed his eyes. “Heal him,” he replied. “Because everyone should know both pain and joy, but all he’s seen is the one. If I’m supposed to take something which isn’t there, I’ll give it. And never take it away because I’m no a**. No abuser. I can see worth and you, sir, have none.” Sheathing the blade, Kyros walked and knelt before David and kindly asked, “Are you alright?”

David instantly threw himself onto Kyros and sobbed, and Kyros wiped his every tear, spoke softly to him, and embraced the boy dearly. He took David away from the house and David revealed this abuse had been happening since the day of his birth because Sam blamed him for the divorce.

Then and there, Kyros, too, began crying. And together, both embraced each other with love and tears until they fell asleep within one another’s arms.

After waking, Kyros brought David into his manor and utilized his intimidation skills, convincing Orand Capitol workers to register David as an Orand citizen so his father couldn’t take him back. However, doing this meant David would either need somebody for guardianship, or enter himself into the adoption system.

David realized the options before himself and contemplated them for days and nights. Bringing himself to tears several times, he couldn’t choose whether to return to his father or dive into the unknown. Where could he be safe?

During this time, Kyros thought about David possibly living with somebody equally bad, or worse, than Sam. Concerned for the boy’s safety, he cried once more. Where could he be safe?

Both realized this question and asked one another aloud. Kyros cared much about David, and David only knew Kyros and nothing and nobody else. There they realized: David could live with Kyros who’d care for and help raise him, for both knew safety lay within the comfort of one another.

Sam never attempted coming for David, and from that day onward, David began his fulfilling life, attending middle school and making friends, living happily as a Vampire and son of Kyros who then began his new life quest: being the Healer.

OC October Day 5- Thallen Rog'an

Name: Thallen Rog’an
Age: 214
Height: 7′2″
Weight: 180lbs
Sexuality: Gay
Gender: Male (transgender ftm)
Race: Elf
Personality: Intellectual, convincing, charismatic, loving, sympathetic, clingy, factual, intelligent, powerful, fast, nimble
Appearance: Tall, mid-toned skin (more dark than light), long face, braided white hair, narrow silver eyes, skinny and lanky body. He wears a black button-down shirt, dark grey vest, black suit pants, black leather boots with several straps and buckles, narrow glasses, and a golden cloak with the hood usually up, the back bearing a symbol for the Prime Judges. He dons beneath the cloak a long white spear with an ebony head.

Story: Thallen’s mother guarded the all-Elven Prime Judges whereas his father lead them. Upon meeting, they fell in love and gave birth to Thallen, their oldest. Together they raised him with two choices: become a Prime Guardian or Prime Judge, and Thallen spent every day from birth preparing for his lifelong choice.

While growing up, Thallen’s parents continued their pressure toward these two options upon the young Elf, yet Thallen felt determined to experience more than this. One day he ventured outside the Elven sector of Illythden for the first time in his life, and met Dwarves, Fae, Giants, and even a Centaur. His eyes glowed, he joyously asked questions about them, and examined every aspect about these strange creatures with bears and extra limbs and tails and immense body proportions. Every person happily answered Thallen’s questions and satisfied every curiosity, teaching him about their lives within their respective sectors. Yet having left without telling either parent, police sought and found the young Elf and returned him home. Both his mother and father became enraged and screamed at him.

“However can you stand those otherlanders?!” mother cried.

“You should know better than to speak with the inferiors,” father said.

Thallen thought about these terms: otherlanders and inferiors. Outside the Elven sector, no creature harmed him, did anything remotely wrong, or mistreated him. Yet both his mother and father, directly before him, referred to them with slurs.

Eventually, Thallen’s mother and father gave birth to two twin boys, Farth and Llenar, and forced upon them those same two choices: Prime Judge or Prime Guardian. They oftentimes let Thallen care for both while away, trusting him for being older and therefore more mature. When leaving him with this task one evening, many years after basic maturation, Thallen spoke with both about the other city sectors and creatures which he saw. Joyously, both brothers listened with glee. But upon their parents returning home, Farth and Llenar asked about taking a trip into the inner city to visit the other sectors. Angry with this information, knowing exactly where it came from, the parents banished Thallen from ever visiting anywhere without them, once more referring toward those outside the Elven sector as “otherlanders” and “inferiors”.

Thallen hated this and instantly made his choice: Prime Judge. He’d escape both parents and live alone at boarding school, free to visit wherever he desired, and with his knowledge he’d defend innocent creatures from the all-Elven Prime Judges who clearly resented those which weren’t Elvenkind.
Upon graduating, Thallen joined the Prime Judges and his father retired. Given his first case, the Elf needed either to rule a Centaur innocent against another Elf, or guilty and sentence her to five years inside prison walls. Thallen watched the remaining Prime Judges rule her guilty in favor of their fellow Elf, yet knowing with evidence this Centaur truly wasn’t at fault, he stood before all and declared his stance, the first Prime Judge to ever rule over Elvenkind.

Both of Thallen’s parents immediately excommunicated him after this event, and the remaining Prime Judges began resenting him.

Thallen’s mother and father convinced Farth and Llenar to become Prime Judges and attempt sabotage against their brother, removing him from the council. However, Thallen caught onto this and stood his ground. When the Kade v. Throk case came into trial, he sided with Kade and both parents then disowned the Elf. Regardless, he defended Kade and aided him with both court defense, and through physical training, using his knowledge about being a Prime Guardian and passing that onward to the newborn Orc.

Orcish Clan Chieftain, Koth Rog’an, befriended Thallen during the case and appreciated the Elf’s aid. Curious, he asked Thallen to teach him those battle techniques, too, and together, training Kade and making arguments and documents for the case, they grew close and caring toward one another. Eventually, they admitted love, and Thallen opened, revealing his truth about his family: both parents excommunicated and disowned him, but his brothers still spoke with him inside the courtroom yet nowhere else, and only when absolutely necessary. Thallen felt entirely alone and had nobody.

Koth smiled and told him, “You, my dear, are wrong, for family surrounds you here and now.”

Thallen blooded himself into the Rog’an Clan and married Koth. Upon the day presenting the final battle before the court, both Farth and Llenar received word of their brother’s marriage and, when proven wrong with Kade succeeding in winning the final battle, they threw their Prime Judge cloaks upon the courtroom floor and gave one final detestment about Thallen before him and everybody in Illythden.

Every day afterward, Thallen lived happily within Rog’an stronghold walls with his husband and Chieftain, and continued his position as a Prime Judge without ever hearing from his brothers or parents ever again. He became known worldwide as the most influential Prime Judge to ever exist. =

OC October Day 7- Auriel Lloyd

Name: Auriel Lloyd
Age: 33,240
Race: Vampire
Height: 5′11″
Weight: 140lbs
Personality: Solemn, kindhearted, selfless, nurturing, welcoming, forgiving, dorky, smart, brave, loyal, dedicated, defensive
Appearance: Lanky body, long face, wavy long silver hair, pointed ears, pale white skin, narrow golden eyes, feathery black wings spanning about 11ft, short fangs. He dons startling gold-blue-white armor forged from iron extracted from blood, and a crown of gold with blue and white alternating gems inside.

Story:

Born from his Vampire mother and father on their cow and pig farm, Auriel grew up never knowing Humans. With his uncle Tormlith upon the throne of Llyth, Auriel often visited the castle to see Tormlith who’d teach him Llyth’s rich history and everything about its people. However, Auriel’s mother and father warned the child to avoid Tormlith. Curious about why, Auriel asked both parents who refused to answer. Instead they forbid him from visiting Llyth’s castle ever again.

Auriel was raised with the notions of valor and open-mindedness, and one of the most essential parts of this was: never feed on innocents. Not once did Auriel attack an innocent Human, but rather he fed on the cows and pigs along with his mother and father, and assured they’d live great lives, too, before becoming food. He used every part of the animal–blood, meat, fat, etc. Tormlith did not like this.

Tormlith’s ideals sat with rage and fear. He desired striking fear into the hearts of Humans and making them bow before him in utter despair. One day as a rebellious teenager, Auriel escaped the confines of his family farm and visited the uncle who proceeded to suddenly punish him for not feeding on Humans and their blood. Auriel argued that Humans should live in peace, and Vampires, too. But Tormlith forced the notion of fear onto Auriel. Trapping him inside a castle cell he threw an innocent human inside and threatened to keep Auriel locked up until he fed. However, Auriel starved himself and protected the Human, and enraged Tormlith. In starvation, Auriel could not handle himself and channeled his rage toward breaking free. He busted the cell to pieces and got the Human to safety. She was Talli Suvarth. They remain friends to this day.

Tormlith’s rage spread, and his subjects following his morals, he swore revenge upon Auriel. He sent assassins who took both Auriel’s mother and father while they slept, and then commanded several armies to march upon Humans of the neighboring city of Damlien to slay every Human they could find.

Auriel rushed to the Humans’ safety and used all his power to defend them. Grieving his mother and father, he watched his uncle Tormlith march down the fields without mercy taking Human after Human, for, one man could only protect so many. And Auriel, watching innocent Humans fall and die, knew only one option remained. Without an heir, and sibling dead, the next Vampire to take Llyth’s throne would have to be Auriel. So he challenged Tormlith in combat, slayed him, and demanded the attacks to stop upon Humans.

This began Auriel’s Era of Peace where he required all Vampires of Llyth to start farms and use every part of the animal for feeding, and punished any Vampires who fed on innocent Humans. He took the throne as king of Llyth, and has been ever since.

Ever since the attack from Tormlith, Humans began seeing Vampires as threats. Despite Auriel’s rigid and lawful moral code, Damlien formed an army of Vampire Hunters and sent numerous ruthless attacks upon Llyth over thousands of years turning Damlien into The Isle of Hunters. Auriel never permitted Vampires to attack these Hunters. He swore upon his life to maintain peace and mortality amongst his subjects, and swore to never break that code.