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✵Bastien d'Este Sauveterre

Age
301
Age Turned
20
Nationality
French

Ability
Miasma
Transformation
Eurasian Eagle Owl

Languages
French (F), German (F), English (F), Italian (C)

✵APPEARANCE

Tall and lean, Bastien presents himself with good carriage though he has a, generally, relaxed demeanor. Dark hair is offset by light blue eyes and pale skin. Customary of his kind, his ears are slightly tipped and his canines are elongated and end in small points. He is long limbed and somewhat broad-shouldered, though he has a generally slim appearance, which is usually draped in loose-fitting apparel. He will oblige by expectations of high society for parties and outings, but he otherwise prefers comfort to fashion.
✵PERSONALITY

Calm and collected, Bastien is known for his even-temper and mild manner. He is soft-spoken and polite, but not unfriendly or overly aloof. He is a romantic at heart—a reader of poetry and a lover of music, and he often spends long hours shut up in the library reading or writing. Another fair portion of his time is spent cultivating the night garden in the inner courtyard of the estate, where he can usually be found humming or reciting poetry to the plants. Despite his quiet and rather placid nature, Bastien isn't reclusive and willingly attends parties and gatherings—though his presence may not be an extended one.

An effort is expended to get along with all members of the family, though there are certain members who take more of his patience than others. Because of his good temperament, Bastien is often left playing peacemaker between feuding family members, which he isn't fond of but views as one of his responsibilities. On the rare occasion his wrath is incurred, he is a force to be reckoned with-- though he is seldom moved to true anger. He also has a rather dry sense of humour that can be easy to miss and is occasionally exercised at the expense of others.

Bastien is a willing teacher for those who wish to learn, including the serving staff of the Estate. Some of the family tend to look down on his behaviour, but Bastien pays them little mind. His beginnings as a servant of the household are not forgotten, and he holds the serving staff in high regard. He also retains his work ethic and is willing to do whatever job needs done. He can also be quite meticulous, which many find to be rather dull.

Some vampires tend towards indulgence, but Bastien is not one of them. He predominantly feeds from willing servants or takes to hunting in the forests around the Estate. Once in a rare while he will feed from an unwilling human, though he seeks out those who have been deemed the dregs of society, as taught to him by Salvadore.

Bastien has great respect for Salvadore, even if he doesn't fully agree with all of his choices concerning family.

Apart from his hobbies, Bastien doesn't speak extensively of himself, though his lowly background is often made public knowledge by Colette—though he hardly seems to mind this. Then again, he can be difficult to read as he has a tendency to internalize his emotions, always striving to present a composed demeanor.
✵BIOGRAPHY

One of the first vampires created by Salvadore at the Sauveterre Estate, Bastien was taken in as a servant at a young age. The sole survivor of his family's brush with the plague, Bastien was left to scratch out a living as a beggar in a small village in southern France. After some nights of observation, Salvadore selected the boy as a potential servant for his household, and Bastien went willingly to the Sauveterre Estate. Elated to have a greater purpose, Bastien became a diligent worker and a keen student of the other servants. His efforts to do his work well also carried over to the basic education he received from the servants as well. His voracious appetite for literature and learning did not go unnoticed by Salvadore, nor did his emerging looks, and he took the boy on as a ward, tutoring him in the liberal arts.

While Bastien was not afraid of the unusual condition that seemed to plague Salvadore, he was curious as to why his teacher was so averse to sunlight and demonstrated a set of rather peculiar behaviours. The other servants had explained that it was rude to plague the man with questions, but Bastien, unable to resist, approached Salvadore with his queries. After careful consideration, Salvadore decided to impart the strange and frightening truth to the young man: how he must never be exposed to the light of day, how he must subsist on the blood of the living, and of the abilities granted to him in his new "life." It had occurred to Salvadore that the young man was an ideal candidate for continuing the bloodline, but he had not yet pursued this endeavor. When Bastien showed intrigue and not fear toward vampirism, however, he was given the choice to join the bloodline. Bastien consented, but waited until his twentieth year to undergo the transformation.

Soon after his turning, Bastien traveled throughout France, Germany, and Britian with Salvadore as he learned to control his new abilities and adapt to his new style of life. Salvadore wished for his protégé to "experience" the wider world, and they took much delight in visiting castles, estates, universities, and even monasteries and cathedrals. Bastien worked tirelessly to learn the languages and general customs of the different countries, though Salvadore also insisted that he learn to present himself in what he called "high society." Bastien was taught the dances popular in each region and how to mingle with other socialites; he learned to effectively manipulate words and gestures to win favour with others, and he learned exactly how much power wealth and beauty held over others.

This was true even for Salvadore.

On one of their outings to Paris, Salvadore became utterly smitten with a young woman who eventually accompanied them back to the Estate. While Salvadore did not ignore Bastien after the new addition to the bloodline, their outings did become less frequent. Not wishing to invoke the jealousy and ire of the new vampire, Colette, Bastien eventually took to traveling by himself, wanting to see new places and, mostly, to collect books to expand the Estate's library.

With the growing influence of theatre and the arts in the later 1500s, Bastien's interest in theatre lead to the acquisition of several establishments in Paris and London. By this time, several more family members had joined the bloodline, and further holdings and wealth had accumulated. Bastien's efforts to expand the library had also resulted in a new construction to house all the books—a sign that, despite his divided attention, Salvadore still cared deeply for Bastien and wished to help him pursue his intellectual interests. Of course, the library was an asset to the Estate as a whole, and many of the residents took to utilizing it as education became more and more valued. And, as Salvadore had less time to spend with individual family members, Bastien took up the mantle of teacher, particularly glad to educate the servants of the household.

In addition to his compiling of books, Bastien also cleared a section of the inner courtyard for a night garden, which he has carefully cultivated for the last six decades. His appetite for gardening isn't as rapacious as that for reading, but he is always happy to find a new variety of night flower that can be implemented into the garden.

Bastien resides predominantly at the Sauveterre Estate and has his own apartments there, though he is known to take occasional trips to Germany.

✵SKILLS AND SHORTCOMINGS

Bastion prides himself on his intellect—namely his prolific knowledge of the arts. He is an adept writer and calligrapher and often pens correspondence for the family. He is a patient teacher so long as he has a willing student, and he has fair skill with horticulture. He can sing, albeit not as well as some, and he can occasionally be convinced to write poetry or songs.

While he knows the basics of combat and swordplay, he does not often exercise this ability and would be sore-pressed to win a duel or fight against a practiced opponent. He possesses the slightly increased strength of all vampires, but he exhibits no extensive physical prowess.

Continued practice in his state of transformation have made him an adept flyer and he often uses his transformation for travel.

Bastien's unique ability allows him to conjure a dark, mist-like substance which he can manipulate. While he cannot use it to interact with inanimate objects, the presence of this sort of miasma can affect living beings. Mostly, it is used as a sort of cover which makes it seem as though Bastien can simply dissipate into thin air. This does not render him completely invisible, though it does make him very difficult to detect in darkness or shadow. It can also be used to restrain or bind others for a short duration, constricting them and making movement very difficult. Restraining another is difficult and exerts considerable strain on Bastien, leaving him in need of rest and blood after its use.
✵MISCELLANEOUS

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✵Matteo Gabriele dal Malatesta d'Este Sauveterre

Age
67
Age Turned
19
Nationality
Italian

Ability
Agility
Transformation
Alpine Long-Eared Bat

Languages
Italian (F), Spanish (F), French (C), English (B)

✵APPEARANCE

Matteo is an accomplished dualist, and spends a good deal of his time in practice. As a result, he is well-built— trim and compact. His carriage is upright and at times he seems a bit stiff, though this is probably do to his general expression of annoyance. He has a darker, almost olive complexion and dark hair that falls around his chin. His facial features are somewhat sharp, though his eyes are his most remarkable feature. While he is never explicitly overdressed, Matteo is very particular about his appearance, and is, at times, downright fussy. He wants to present a good impression, and his tastes run toward the finer things in life. Generally, he wears light and earth colours, and his attire is usually immaculately clean. Feeling as though he appears unclean causes him a fair amount of frustration and stress.
✵PERSONALITY

At a glance, most would assume that Matteo is annoyed—or, at best, uninterested. He has a terrible propensity to look upset, even when he's not really feeling one way or another—particularly when he's focused on something. This is further accentuated by the fact that he doesn't tend to talk extensively or often. This is largely due to his lack of fluency in French, though he doesn't readily inform people of such. He understands French much better than he speaks it, but he is afraid to come across as ignorant and would rather not speak at all than try to converse in what he considers poor French.

Contrary to his aloof and rather rigid attitude, Matteo doesn't mind attending parties or being surrounded by people, though he will avoid small-talk like the plague. Generally, he can be found at Colette's side, as his services as a combatant and guard are frequently demanded. While there is no doubt that Matteo is infatuated with Colette, he isn't entirely sure where their relationship stands and at times can seem frustrated by her frequent demands of him. Then again, this is largely assumed as he hasn't exactly discussed it with other members of the family.

On the surface, Matteo seems to adhere to rules and sensibilities of the upper class. He is polite when necessary, particularly when addressing Salvadore, and he is versed in the skills required of him to maintain good standing in society. His greatest asset, and the thing in which he obviously takes pride, is his skill as a duelist. When he isn't indulging Colette's demands or traveling, he can often be found honing his techniques in quiet, open areas.

Despite being born into a wealthy family, Matteo is accustomed to being told what to do. Though he would never openly admit it, he is most comfortable when following orders. As a result, he isn't really sure what he wants for himself, and often becomes inwardly agitated because of it.
✵BIOGRAPHY

Matteo was born in the late 1650s to a prominent family in the Republic of Lucca, Italy. His was a merchant family, predominantly dealing in silk and small goods, and providing a comfortable life of wealth and grandeur. Unfortunately for Matteo, he was born the third son; the fifth and final child of the Gabriele dal Malatesta family. Even as a child Matteo stood out from his family. He was slim, active, and quiet—where his father and brothers were corpulent, raucous, and indulgent. Unlike his brothers, Matteo learned quickly, but he was not particularly gifted with numbers, which seemed to be the only form of intelligence his family valued. Instead of receiving the promise of inheritance and learning the skill of trade and accounting, Matteo lived in the shadow of his older siblings. His father taught his two elder brothers and his mother doted upon her two daughters, while Matteo was largely forgotten. Most of his care was given over to various nurses and tutors, none of whom did much to enrich the boy's life.

Once he began training in the art of swordplay, however, everything changed. It became clear quite quickly that the boy had a gift, and his parents were delighted at this revelation. Matteo was given over to fine mentors and masters from both Italy and Spain, and he reveled in every moment of his training. For once he possessed something his siblings did not, making him feel as though he had value to his family at last. His family, however, saw his skill as something to capitalize on, and fencing contests and titles soon gave way to private duels, arranged to benefit the family—winning them land and other assets. His father and brothers also took Matteo's skills as an open invitation to give insult to others, knowing they had a skilled duelist to settle their grievances for them. Of course, this did little for the Gabriele dal Malatesta name and rumours of corruption and dishonour eventually made its rounds.

Matteo was torn between longing to be a valued part of his family and his feelings of anger and resentment. As rumours began to circulate, however, those feelings of resentment grew and grew—though he was unsure of what course of action to take. He had almost reached a breaking point when a path was made clear to him.

It was at one of the elegant baroque carnivals in Venice, having accompanied his brothers to settle a dispute the evening before, that Matteo met a most unusual and striking young woman. Rather, she had followed him and had worked for a better part of the evening to beckon him away from his brothers. In the privacy of the unruly public, she told him that she had been seeking someone with his talents, how she had seen him win a duel and was taken with him, and had followed him until she was finally able to win his attention. She talked of his mistreatment at the hands of his own family and how he was wasted on petty grievances and avarice. And, greatest of all, she promised that she could give him a better life— one free of his family, one with a new family and a name that demanded honour and respect— one deserving of him.

At first, Matteo refused her and he made to return to his brothers. When he found them, drunk and belligerent, they were attempting to force themselves on a young girl. Without a second thought, Matteo killed them both. Before he could truly consider what he'd done, the young woman had again found him and praised his efforts— seeming amused, delighted even, that he had so willingly killed his own kin.

After staging the scene to look as though the brothers' deaths had been the result of a violent robbery, Matteo accompanied Colette back to Sauveterre Estate. It took little convincing for Salvadore to take to such a skilled duelist, and Matteo was soon persuaded to turn over his family's estate to the mercy of the Sauveterre line. Though he did not learn the particulars, Matteo needed only sign a few documents and the estate and holdings were assimilated into the Sauveterre fortune. He is promised the ability to whatever he wants with his own estate, though he seldom visits it as he is most always accompanying Colette.

While he had a small period of adjustment to his new life, Matteo seems content as a part of the Sauveterre family. A large portion of his time is spent in the company of Colette, and she rather treats him like a personal guard and servant, which the family hasn't failed to notice. There are often murmurings of "Colette's dog," which

In the rare event one can get the man alone to talk, he usually resorts to silent nodding and single-word responses in an effort to escape the conversation. When addressed in a language he is fluent in, he can be an attentive listener and adept conversationalist, though this is a rare occurrence. In his limited free time, Matteo has been working on his French under Bastien's guidance.

✵SKILLS AND SHORTCOMINGS

Many vampires gain some unique skill that they must master, but Matteo received a gift perfectly befitting a duelist—and he feels all the more fortunate for it. Some would consider increased speed and agility a lesser gift, but Matteo couldn't be more pleased as it only served to increase his prowess as a fighter and duelist. Heightened reflexes improve his reactions and improved agility make him difficult to pin down, rendering him a rather formidable opponent. Matteo also possesses the expected "skills" from one born into wealth. He is educated in the social niceties and presents a favorable appearance in public and at social events.

One of his greatest drawbacks is that Matteo often overexerts himself. Increased physical abilities are draining on his endurance, though he often ignores this to the point of exhaustion and must feed to regain his strength. His other marked shortcoming is his subservience to Colette. Whatever command she makes is carried out, and he is often quietly ridiculed by the family for his seemingly blind devotion. Another of his weaknesses is his lack of fluency in French, though he is working to improve it.
✵MISCELLANEOUS

While he is able to use his transformation well for flight, Matteo finds his animal ridiculous.

One of his favourite aspects of parties is dancing, though he is rarely given a chance to do so.
 
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Vali Audgrim
Male | Thirty-One | Former Warrior

Height/Weight
189cm/98kg

Weapons

Longsword, Longbow
(Handaxe, Hunting Knife)


Appearance

WIP

Personality

WIP

Biography

WIP

Abilities

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✵Vali Audgrim

Age
31
Height
189cm
Weight
98kg

Affiliation
None; Former Warrior of the King

Weapons
Longsword and Longbow
Abilities
Increased Strength & Prolonged Endurance




✵APPEARANCE

Tall and broad, Vali possesses a warrior's physique, shaped over years of training. Grey eyes and blond hair accompany a light complexion and strong features. Unlike many warrior men, Vali wears little facial hair, mostly due to the fact it doesn't grow in quickly or well. In the past, when he was still in the service of the King, he wore his hair in tight braids and was somewhat meticulous about his appearance. Now, however, his long hair tends to hang free and coarse. Instead of his warrior's armour, he wears mainly leather and furs, supplemented with salvaged or crudely-made armour that has been put together piecemeal. Any remnant of the man who once served the King is now hidden under dirt and furs and scars.

✵PERSONALITY

Cynical and aloof would be fair descriptions of Vali's general demeanor. There is, of course, much more to him that his outward manner, but most have neither the opportunity nor the desire to get close enough to him to experience his better side. So thoroughly disenchanted with the Kingdom he once served, Vali refuses to aid their cause—but neither does he want to aid the tribes. His refusal to assist has led him to spend most of his time alone, ranging the mountains and wilderness, which has done little for his social niceties. Deep down, he wants the fighting to end, but feels helpless to do anything about it, which tends to make him bitter.

✵BIOGRAPHY

Vali was, by and large, graced with the pleasant childhood of one born into a small village. While his father had died in a battle only two months before his birth, Vali never went without. His mother, along with his aunt and uncle, provided for him and taught him. He sparred and hunted with other village children, and, not surprisingly, aspired to one day be an imperial warrior like his father had been. Though his uncle tried to sway him toward becoming his apprentice, crafting fine bows and tools, Vali's ambition could be assuaged by no other profession.

Years of hard training and dogged perseverance saw him to his goal, and he steadily climbed in skill and rank. He pushed himself as hard as he could, trained long after others had stopped, and shouldered his way ever forward, unyielding in his determination to be of service to the King.

His effort and skill did not go unnoticed, and Vali eventually found himself the leader of a small warband. The engaged in routine scouting missions, marking out the movements and locations of the Tribes along the southern reaches of the Spine. As time passed, however, the King began ordering them further and further north and into the territory of the Tribes. Their orders turned from scouting and keeping the Tribes at bay to full-on assault.

Vali had dismissed the orders as necessity, that they needed to prevent the Tribes from taking hold—to drive them further and further north... Though part of him disliked the idea. It was true that the Tribes held barbaric practices, but it was also true that they had been driven from their lands. He did not question his orders. With the King's increasing concern and temper, no one questioned him, but Vali found himself dwelling on the rising conflict.

Finally, the King ordered a full-on attack on the Tribes. Vali's band was sent far into the heart of the mountains to lay claim to Tribal lands. As expected, they were met with equal hostility and a bloody battle ensued. And that's when it happened. There were only a handful of warriors from either side when it appeared, and the demon tore through the fighters without discretion. Everyone fought against the monster, but only Vali survived the attack. In the instant he struck the fatal blow, the creature's claws rent his armour apart, leaving him gravely wounded and touched by curse.

Even now, the memories of what occurred following his injury are difficult for him to recall. Two people had come to his aid, had saved him and somehow removed the curse from him. Even then, some traces of the curse remained—though he could hardly now call them a curse. As a result of being touched by the demon, he found he possessed heightened strength and endurance, though he had lost the will to fight. The demon had been drawn to the conflict—and he knew there would be more of them. He'd seen what the violence yielded, and he was so repulsed for ever having been a part of it.

No one had come looking for survivors, and Vali had never returned to the King. Instead, he distanced himself from the conflict in the only way that he knew how.

Now, he survives isolated in the Svala wilds. He tracks demons when he can, but his efforts have been largely in vain, and he becomes more disillusioned with each passing day.

✵SKILLS AND SHORTCOMINGS

· Skilled warrior; most proficient with longsword and bow

· Adaptable huntsman and survivalist

· Heightened physical strength and endurance

· Knowledgeable of Svala's terrain and locations



· Reluctant and stubborn; not given to compromise

· Blunt and somewhat severe; can be harsh in his words

· Sees only the bad in the Kingdom and Tribes

· Has a largely pessimistic worldview

✵MISCELLANEOUS

While Vali kept no pieces of his armor after the attack, he did retain his longsword, which he still carries. The longbow he uses is of his own make.


 
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Why here?

That had been the thought bouncing around inside Virian's head as he trekked through the sandy, scrub-strewn terrain. Of course, there was a strange sort of beauty in the fact that life could thrive, even in such conditions. The ground was composed of naught but sand and rock yet plants still grew, resilient and strong. Animals, too, called this region home, adapted for life in the harsh desert scrubland. But why had it been such a draw for the most technologically advanced denizens of Perspice? Surely the Djinn possessed the resources to live anywhere they desired, and yet this had been their selection. It wasn't a judgment of their choice-- merely a curiosity.

The city of Jannah proper was truly a sight to behold, however, and Virian found himself wishing he had more time to spend exploring it. More than anything, he wanted to spend a night or two laying back and gazing up at the night sky. Without the canopy of trees and ruins of structures from ages past to obscure it, the sky here seemed so impossibly vast. It was breathtaking, and it almost seemed possible that he could fall into that starry field, if only he stayed a bit longer... But he was already late as it was. Feeling that "stargazing" likely wouldn't be well-received as an excuse for missing the departure, he hurried on.

Generally, hurrying wasn't something Virian Matae was accomplished at. He much preferred to take his time with whatever he did, as he found that to be the more enjoyable method of accomplishment and experience. Nevertheless, he'd made good time on his journey south and, if he wasn't too far off in his estimations, he should very nearly be at the camp.

Steady, balanced steps continued to carry him quickly over the rocky terrain, and soon he came into sight of tents and wagons situated in a sandy clearing. There were numerous people moving about, loading crates and other unknown items into three large wagons. Sturdy-looking oxen were harnessed at the front of each, and they stood snorting and tossing their heads. He could hear a male voice calling out names as the recruits clustered in groups, each moving toward one of the large transports.


We'll be travelling by caravan, Virian mused to himself. How exciting. He smiled as he reached the camp in earnest, his eyes flitting between the groups of people. There was an impressive mix of races present, and he hoped he would get the opportunity to become acquainted. Though he wasn't entirely sure what was expected of drafted "adventurers," he hoped there would be plenty of room for conversation. After all, what was an adventure without stories and music?

First, however, he needed to find out which group he belonged with. People were climbing into wagons now, and it was apparent that Virian had arrived a bit too late to catch his assignment. He picked his way over to a Djinn who appeared to be overseeing the loading of the wagons. "Excuse me," he said, looking up at the man. "Would you happen to have heard where Raye Galtu was assigned? I'm afraid I arrived a bit late and—"

The Djinn cut him off with a clipped sound and jabbed a finger toward the first wagon in the train.

"Thank you." Virian nodded at the man and flicked a long, furred ear. "I'm not actually Raye Galtu, but he was unable to make the journey." Seeming wholly uninterested in further explanation from the newcomer, the Djinn murmured something about the tents and moved away. "Take care, then," Virian said with a small wave.

Unfazed by the abrupt end to the conversation, he made his way over to the first wagon. Only two people were seated inside, both of whom had auburn hair. For the briefest moment, the curious healer thought they might be siblings. Unshouldering the large, leather pack he carried, Virian hefted it into the wagon, then hopped lightly up behind. Only then did he notice the centaur leaning in through the window. Had they not planned on centaurs adventuring with them? Petite though the woman was, it was apparent she couldn't ride comfortably in the selected method of transport. Curious.

"Hello," he greeted, grabbing his pack and sliding it over to one of the seats near the open window. Regarding the others with a vague smile, he sat down and curled his tail neatly around his ankles. "I'm glad I made it in time for departure. Had I been any later, I'm afraid I would've missed the wagon entirely." His voice had a calm, lilting quality—which greatly detracted from his confession of concern. He may well have been commenting on the weather.

"It's wonderful to meet all of you," he continued, "my name is Virian Matae, herbalist and healer by trade. I'm pleased to be travelling with you."



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