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THE LAST ♱ BEVELIANA LOST SON ♱ A STOLEN FATHER ♱ A FUTURE GOD
"Can the killer in me tame the fire in you, or is there nothing left to do for us? I am sick of the
chase, yet I hunger for blood -- and there's nothing I can do." -- Excerpt; Ambrose Meleran
Name: Ambrose Meleran Aliases: The Hound Race: Vampire Age Range: Roughly 900 Height: 6'1" Nationality: Bevelian Hair: Ebony Skin: Ivory Eyes: Crimson Features: Angular Alignment: True Neutral Rank: Supreme Affiliation(s): Revenants of Fate Voice: Baritone Marital: Widowed
Ambrose Meleran, in his life, was an inspiring noble who found himself under the watchful eye of the king as the truest first of his house. Once a boy who aspired to be more honest than his father, later a man who felt burdened in the name of duty, diligence and undying devotion. Ambrose Meleran, in his death, fought valiantly against an set of already cast cards. But ultimately lost the game of gold against the old bloods of nobility their pockets lined with blood money. Ambrose Meleran, in his rebirth, suffered as violently as he died when the lady of death laid the kiss of life upon his neck. And now he belongs to a different lineage of old bloods, a feared order of undead assassins who believes one of them may eventually evolve into a Transcendent Power - a prophecised vampiric deity who would lead the next generation of vampires into an age of untouchable grandeur.
"Nothing ever comes like it did when you were in it.
Keeping nothing for yourself like a stone cold killer.
Now you're passing your people like a ship in the night,
looking to every stranger for a fight."IS HE THE PROPHECISED VILLIAN?IS HE THE UNEXPECTED HERO?
♱ MITSKI -- Liquid Smooth
♱ KING PLAGUE -- Ave Plague
♱ PEER GRANT -- Death of Aase♱ AURORA -- Nature Boy
♱ MR KITTY -- After Dark
♱ OTHER NOTHING -- Ww
A new deck of cards has been shuffled and dealt. Ambrose lost the game of life, but now has been given the chance to play another deck -- except this game is played so much differently, isn't it? Has he learned his lessons from the past? Does he finally understand how deep trust goes and how, just as quickly, it can be lost again? Has he figured out that the strong endure as long as they do for a reason? There are those who gorged themselves to make their way to the top: the strong. And then, there are the rest. There is no in between in this world.
In his life, the strong were the nobles of impossibly long lineages. They always felt as such, with the way they boasted of their grandiose wealth and their expansive power and their ability to exceed what they should have already exceeded. Yet as a simple fledgling, Ambrose hunted them all down one by one. It made their blood, fattened by the king's wine, taste that much sweeter. Time was meaningless to him now. Years became breathes. An inhale, there was corruption and greed left to breed in the elite of Rutherhorn. An exhale, and then there was nothing left of the Old Greats. New houses rose from their ashes and new power as wielded. And Ambrose Meleran wondered what to do next.
Vengeance was taken. He should have felt at peace. But now, there was just an eternity of new uncertainty. He had to become a monster to heal the man who suffered. But which duality matched his status now?