NAME: The Dhamphire DUke, lord Desaecula
APPEARANCE: 
(Written or image)
POWER: 25
AGE: 30
SANITY: 19
TYPE: Science Fiction ARCHON WORLD- ONce every Seven Years
http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=1938
BASE: Vampire Dominated Earth
http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=1938 (The Thread chosen as your main base - include the link. You can only change your Base via the Absolute Rules)
CONQUESTS:
ONE
http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=1943
TWO
http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/showthread.php?t=1930
ABSOLUTES: REPO-MEN-vampiric- sanity attack=12
AWARDS: NA (Awarded by GM, based on Rankings)
THE DESCENT
It was a dark and stormy night. vile and viscous things most often haunt such times, it makes them feel the burden of their existance less, and the annoyance of storm and chill more. On one of these such nights, He walked through the streets of His local haunt. A city whose name he would soon forget. a world whose pleasures he may never feel again. there was drink, there was music. and afterwards a rather rough battle with a mage int he alleyway.
He stood at the end of the alley, holding the painfully strained neck of his opponent. being a good foot and half taller than the man helped. the death blow would be satisfying.
"You..are a stain on this realm, DUKE." came the defeated mages voice. hollow and raspy through the rain that dulled his tone.
"This world... woudl do better without your corrupt magic..." he spouted, spitting at his captor. The Duke simply smiled a knowing smile.
"MUSICK... is no more corrupt than your lightning was, arkonius. eight years of chasing me and this is what you come up to... Useing the power of sound is not corrupt.. neither is the bloodmagick i wield from my father... or the magick of nature i wield from the goddess... it is the mind that becomes corrupt.. not the magick. perhaps you will see that... int he next life."
He raised his hand, a sonic resonance of deafening proportion held within a bubble of willpower waiting to be unleashed on his head, mushing his brain meat into a soupy gelatin that would drain out his ears....
And then the power left his body. arkonis fell to the ground, the duke held his ears. silence... there was no sound.. silence... silence in his heart, his soul.
:t-the musick.. i cant.. hear the music!!" he yelled.
In that moment, reality shattered, And the musical vampiric mage fell into the greatest abyss he had ever known.
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What felt like days later, he awoke in the middle ofthe woods. or so he thought. he stumbled onwards, his massive sword in it's sheath on his back, bloodied, bruised, and mindless, The Once Proud Duke stumbled across a road. red and blue lights all over the place. police. he hid high in a tree with deft grace. he viewed the wreckage. smelled the blood, and followed his senses to a den of vampires.
It did not take log for his dominant and rather endeering personality to take over, and within a week, he was lord of a thousand loyal, or frightened vampires, he gained the support of humans and found that he was still able to use many of his abilities, to call nature, to use the bloodmagick, and yes... sound. his greatest tool, the power of manifested musick came back into his ears. and soon the whole world, was in his grasp. the Conqueror of a world slowly drained of indifference. everyone had given in to the power of his musick, and he forged a warrior force of millions.
It was then that he felt the tug of the abyss. He had lost his regal love for humanity. his sanity was in tatters. all he knew was that he had to move onwards. it was time to rule as he never had before... but how could he know that? he had forgotten iwaku. those that had once been his allies.... and a large part of himself.
-CONQUESTS-
The city of zurich. it's memory world already taken, next was the place itself, ranby the largo famly and GeneCo. the vampires swept in during the night, and in a matter of hours flooded deep into GeneCo territory, where The Duke made a deal with Geneco. and the City became filled with a new horde of vampires. the legendary repo men were taken into deaths chilly embrace as blood drinking servants of gore, and the duke's newest weapon in his conquest.
(one on the left)
) N/A
