Eros [W.I.P.]

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Eros [W.I.P.]

Postby Eros » July 6th, 2014, 5:36 pm

"Love was the most savage monster of all."
~Rick Riordan, The House of Hades

You are the vampire Eros.


[X] Second Sight
[X] Suction
[X] Surprise
[X] Perception
[X][ ][ ] Celerity
[X][ ][ ] Stamina
[X][X][ ] Shadows
[X][X][ ] Thievery
[X][ ][ ] Locate
[ ][ ][ ] Telepathy
[X][ ][ ] Charisma


[X] Fresh Corpse
[X] Mosquito
[X] Leech
[X] Bloodsucker
[X]Creature of the Night
[X] Demon of Starlight
[X] Aspirant Elder
[X] Local Legend
[X] Elder
[ ] Ancient
[ ] Legendary
[ ] Supreme Vampire
[ ] Ruler of the Night
[ ] Blood Royal
[ ] Blood Daemon
[ ] Blood Deity

You are sire to no other vampires.
your lineage runs as follows: Spun_Shadows (XXX), Liski (XXX) and the master vampire whatdidyousay (XXX).

You have no direct siblings worthy of your notice.
Gods die.
And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered.
Posts: 14
Joined: February 22nd, 2014, 9:20 pm
IGN: Eros

Re: Eros [W.I.P.]

Postby Eros » July 6th, 2014, 7:30 pm

"As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods: they kill us for their sport."
~William Shakespeare


NAME(S): Eros (Greek), Love (Greek), Cupid (Roman)
AGE: > 700 BC
BIRTHPLACE: Oros Olympos
RACE: Vampire (Formerly: Olympian)
VAMPIRIC AGE: < 1 year


WEAPON(S): A handcrafted oak bow with which he uses hand-fletched arrows tipped in silver and loaded with vials of either Holy Water or Garlic Spray, two silver daggers engraved with a myriad of runes sealed with his sire's blood, and a pair of hand-forged steel short-swords.

MISC. POSSESSIONS: A vial filled with the mixture of his and his sire's blood hanging from a leather cord necklace, engraved with the date of his turning. Black combat boots lined with steel, a small white wing insignia on both near the heels.

  • Adoptive Muscle Memory
  • Astral Projection
  • Aura Manipulation
  • Avian Empathy
  • Desire Augmentation
  • Empathy
  • Levitation
  • Pheromone Manipulation
*All vampiric powers are implied.

  • Archery Proficiency
  • Blade Proficiency
  • Crafting: Metal, Wood
  • Languages: English, French, Greek, Italian, Latin, Proto, Roman

IDENTIFYING MARKS: Tattoo of a butterfly on his back left shoulder.
Last edited by Eros on July 7th, 2014, 4:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Gods die.
And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered.
Posts: 14
Joined: February 22nd, 2014, 9:20 pm
IGN: Eros

Re: Eros [W.I.P.]

Postby Eros » July 7th, 2014, 4:31 pm

"Myth is much more important and true than history.
History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is."

~Joseph Campbell


They say all legends spring from a seed of truth, no matter how small. The truth is that there are many gods, far more than most can fathom. The pantheons of the Abrahamic, Egyptian, Greek, Norse, and a dozen other mythos cohabit the same universe as man. There was a time before humans walked this earth, when the Nephilim dined with the Olympians, when those of the Ankh broke bread over the tables of Valhalla. Like vampires, those you call gods are merely extensions of the supernatural. Creatures who possess abilities beyond the knowledge of man, blurring the lines between science and magic.

It is unclear which of the pantheons truly created man, each of them squabbling as children over a new toy and trying to claim credit for the act. A thousand thousand stories made manifest, the peace these beings knew torn asunder as each fights for dominion over the realm of mortals throughout history. So like the pitiful things they had made, they warred. Power shifted throughout the decades of time, each pantheon of the gods laying claim to different eras as battles were won and lost.

But as man was created, so was their downfall. Having created mortality in their own image, so did they give man power over them. The immortal races learned that humanity possessed a power that none of them had yet to fathom: faith. The wars of the gods were dictated not by their own prowess, but by whom man believed the most in. Faith: the power to strip the gods of their wings or the power to raise them ever higher.

After the creation of man, it soon became clear that worship was the altar upon which the powers of the immortal races would be decided. Those who held favor with man saw their powers extended beyond what they had previously know, while those forgotten to time were left to wither and rot. It was belief that dictated how strong these races were at any given time. The forgotten, like Eros, became but a shadow of their former selves.

It was determined a council would be held, representatives from each of the pantheons meeting to negotiate a truce between one another. After a time, the immortals combined what was left of their powers to create varying realms for them to exist in; pocket universes that bordered the lines of the world. Heaven, Olympus, Valhalla, and a hundred others were born from this pact, each of the gods agreeing to leave each other to their own devices.

Peace, at last, had found the immortals once again. Or as close as it could. Tales of prophets, visions; the gods speaking to man without directly interfering in the course of their history...
Gods die.
And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered.
Posts: 14
Joined: February 22nd, 2014, 9:20 pm
IGN: Eros

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