Karululu

History

• Gallery

  Here is a link to all my Kar drawings since I am not willing to resize all my drawings to fit (warning most of it is old art!) Please help me make more with your awesome RP ideas ........oh and I do request art as well haha
  http://yokosama.deviantart.com/gallery/3331205/Karululu-and-Gaia

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• Biography

  As I said he is Olllldddddd. He is from the group we called the Celts back in 100BC, who then during his childhood got taken over by the Germanic tribes. He wont willingly tell you how old he is, but he is not the oldest vampire. But he is unique among Vampires for in the moment of his birth he was bathed in sunlight. This allows him to tolerate going out in the sun unprotected. Of course it is limited exposure so super sunny days are not good for him, for he will burn like any other vampire. Now why do they burn in the sun? Not even the ancients know the reason behind that.
  His past is violent. He has always been drawn to war, I mean where else could you get a free bloodbath? The old wars were the perfect grounds for Vampires, and he was not the only one fighting on those fields. He never turned another to the vamperic way but had been tempted. He has roamed all the contents on this earth, he has interacted with many of the various cultures that have come, passed and have been forgotten. He has seen empires rise, proliferate, rot and fall as well as what the future generations decide to remember. He has participated in almost every historic land battle a normal human can name in the European and Arabic countries. He has ventured over to the Orient and spent time there learning their martial arts styles and complex rituals, but the ties to the Europeans was always strong and pulled him away. It puled him for the first time to the new land. A place were ritual sacrificed living men to Gods was practiced. But he did not stay long here for much was happening in Europe again, so back he went. Until the pull was again to strong so to the Newly United States he traveled now, to learn from the Natives in their ways before the white men erased them. Then to learn the gun slinging ways of Americas wild west. Back and Forth he was torn between the Americas and the Europeans with forays into the Asian areas and to Australia. With travel becoming easier the more he used it. Till the great war. A war he gladly joined, but was abashed by the chemicals and automated fighting. The age of glory and honor in battle was dwindling before his eyes. And in a blink it seemed he stood in the battles of the great war the enter world had ever seen. Even here his blood-lust would of never had him kill as many as who died. He was horrified at what the humans did to one another. After that he went back to the US and spent time with the flower children and learned to love. Well to love all again. And now while he still hungers for the battles of old, with skill and honor, he realities those times have passed.
  But before even all that there is another story. A story of when he was turned. When he lost his true name and history. When he was simply know as The Monster. But he will not talk of such times. Or if he does, you are either a coveted friend or about to die.