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Salvador 'Xzar' Nemesio
Spanish
Born in South eastern Spain in 1967, Salvador Nemesio, nicknamed Xzar by his friends, lived an ordinary life. He was known for his exceptional height and strength. He lived a normal life until he met Belita ‘Imoen’ Paloma. He fell instantly in love with her, and on the 27th September 1987 he married her. Things continued as normal until one fateful trip to the cinema. They went to see a film to celebrate their 10th Wedding Anniversary. When they were in the Cinema purchasing popcorn, a fight broke out between what appeared to be two rival gangs. In the confusion, they were both separated and dragged off by the different gangs.
Xzar woke up in a strange metal room. He looked around and noticed that there was a bed and a sink in his room, and that he was slumped in the corner opposite a big series of metal bars. As soon as he stood up and looked around, he saw that he was in a jail cell, with a small 100’ x 100’ window. He looked out of it and all he could see was sky, endless sky. His thoughts immediately turned to his beloved wife, where could she be? Panicked, he searched every inch of his cell, but could not see her. He ran to the bars, and stuck his head out as far as it could go. His cell was one in a big row of many. He had to escape; this did not look like any normal police cell. He back off the bars and rammed into them. To his surprise, he tore straight through them, almost as if they were made of paper. Now that he was in the corridor, he could see a group of around 10 people, dressed in long trenchcoats clutching thick books. As they made eye contact with the tallest of them, he seemed to utter something in a language he could not understand. After the stranger was finished, Xzar felt like he had suddenly lost control of his body. He collapsed onto the floor, and black out, again.
When he awoke, all he could see was a vast expanse of greyish ceiling. He tried to move his hands but he was bound to a metal table. Suddenly, the same stranger whose strange chanting had caused him to black out appeared over him. This time he could get a better look at him. He had a very plain face, which was covered in a strange speckling of greyish facial hair, and which seemed to be framed by long scraggly brownish hair. He felt the strange table move, and he could now see the entire figure. He was dressed in bizarre looking medieval robes, as if he had just appeared from a time machine. The figure began to speak. ‘Greetings neonate, I am Etrius, co-founder of the grand clan Tremere, of which you are now a part.’ He said. ‘Your little experiment with those bars must have shown you that your strength is much greater than previously. This is because you are now a vampire.’ Etrius explained. Xzar had no choice but to listen, as Etrius talked for hours about vampires. Apparently, Xzar had been chosen by the clan because of his exceptional skills, to be a protector of the clans’ rules. Clan Tremere, since its birth had been beset by enemies from all sides, thus to keep it in survival, they had to adopt a very strict internal organisation structure to protect it. Xzar was now one of those, dubbed ‘Enforcers’ whose job it was to ensure that those rules were being obeyed. ‘What about my wife’ Xzar asked, once Etrius was finished explaining vampires. ‘You mean the girl?’ Etrius asked ‘She was supposed to be taken by us, but those bastard Assamites learned of our plan and seized her before us. Our spies have reported that she was last seen in America; therefore we are sending you there to retrieve her. You have no choice, you must obey.’ Xzar wanted to refuse, but when he tried to he could not, all he could say was ‘Yes my lord’
Thus, Xzar was flown to America. He spent a further five years searching in vain for his lost love. Early 2002, he was summoned back to the headquarters of Clan Tremere in Vienna. The meeting was pretty boring; Xzar could not take his mind of searching for his wife back in America. Half-way through the meeting however, something happened that was most unexpexted. A nuclear bomb exploded during the meeting, killing all the Tremere, and Xzar was no exception.
Xzar again awoke; he seemed to be covered in this strange type of sticky clear go. He saw a shadowy figure approach him, and with what appeared to be a scythe. He stood up out of his covering, only to have the scythe stuck in his back. The same shadowy figure who had released him said ‘Follow the others, in a deep gruff voice’ Xzar looked up to see this strange new world. The sky had turned a strange tint of grey. All the buildings had a strange greyish tint. The same Tremere clan headquarters, which would have been destroyed in the blast, was standing, looking exactly like it had before it had been destroyed. He saw other people, his fellow clan men, being freed from similar coverings and directed further down the city. He had no choice but to follow them. He was rounded into a large hall, which looked like it was previously a school’s gym hall. However, it had fallen into complete dis-repair. The walls were cracked, and the laminated flooring was severely damaged, the tape which had outlined a basketball court was all but gone. The group, which now seemed to number in the hundreds of thousands, was all facing a large stage. A large commanding figure, walked on the stage. He was wearing huge black robes, which seemed to cover his entire body. He was wearing a mask which appeared to be several different coloured materials, joined to form the shape of the wearers face. In his left had he held onto a very large sickle which was very black but appeared to shimmer white every so often. The figure was Flanked by Etrius on this right side, and a large built orange haired individual, whom Xzar recognised to be Goatrix. The figure began to speak. ‘Greetings loyal subjects of Clan Tremere! Many of you will not recognize me, for I am Charon, founder of Clan Tremere.’. ‘You have been freed now, because we are trying to gain control of this area, and we need an army to do so. The enemy has been entrenched in a nearby castle, and we are now going to lay siege to it. Those of who have been appointed Enforcers, shall be henceforth be given the rank of General, and given troops to command so we can claim this city and establish an effective powerbase, using the help of our new allies the ferrymen’ Upon saying this, a figure dressed in a long black robe, whose face could not be seen, walked onto the stage clutching onto a Scythe. The ferryman began to speak ‘you may be wondering why you are here, having just died. You all were killed in that blast, even me. However, by the grace of god we have been spared from a passage straight to oblivion. We are now the creatures known as wraiths. This land you inhabit is called the Shadowlands. Everything which is destroyed, but has too many memories attached too it to go straight to oblivion, goes here.’ Xzar was given command of around 1000 wraiths, and a weapon. This weapon was a particularly large sword, which was made from Stygian Dark Steel, which, Charon claimed, was scraped from the very stairway to oblivion. Thus, with his troops they marched on the rebel castle.
Xzar overlooked the ensuing Chaos from a nearby hill, surrounded by a group of around ten fellow generals. His groups were standing in front of Charon, who was flanked by the ferryman. The castle they were attacking was built on a hill. It was easily 1 mile tall, and strange blue fires could be seen burning in the courtyard of this enormous dark, gothic castle. The troops of clan Tremere had surrounded the castle completely and were employing siege machines to assist them. Extremely large catapults rained stone on the castle to no avail. Charon began to speak to his generals. ‘Hmm, the fight does not go well, our troops are slowly being slaughtered, and for no gain what-so-ever!’ ‘My lord’ the ferryman interjected ‘Our scouts have reported that they have found a small drain in the castle. Why not send a group of your most trusted soldiers through it, to the enemy throne room and slay the enemy commander from within.’ ‘An excellent plan!’ Charon excitedly said ‘I, you and our ten generals here will go’ Charon lead them down the hill towards the castle.
They discovered the drain and smashed it, gaining entrance to the castle. They marched down the seemingly unguarded, unending corridors. At last they came upon the throne room. At the opposite end of the room stood a huge throne, which was made of stone. It stretched upwards in the shape of an eagle and a wolf standing side by side. To the left and right of the throne, were two pots, both of which appeared to be burning with that strange blue flame. On the throne sat an incredibly out of place looking thin figure. ‘Surely you are not Cyan, the leader of the rebel forces?’ Charon cried. The figure gave no response. ‘It doesn’t matter anyway; you will die all the same.’ Charon, followed closely by the ferryman, charged the figure on the throne, and with one swift blow of his sickle, killed him. As the figure was swallowed by oblivion, the ferryman started to walk towards the centre of the room. ‘No, he was not Cyan, leader of the rebel forces, for I am Cyan!’ Cyan threw off his cloak and took on his true form. He grew two feet in height to about 8ft. His arms lengthened till they were down past his knees. His fingers on his left hand lengthened into tentacle like objects, which dangled down to the ground. Out of his back grew two large wings, which were the length of his body. The hair on his back lengthened till it was down to his knees on his back but seemed to stay relatively short on the front of his face. The hair on his back seemed to group together into tentacles of their own. ‘Now, for the glory of clan Tzimisce, I will destroy you usuperous Tremere, in this world too!’ Catching Charon and the group completely off guard with his incredible speed and power, he slaughtered all of the group. Now that the enemy leader was dead, Cyan’s forces burst out of the castle and slaughtered the Tremere to a man. Xzar's soul, unable to cling to the shadowlands, descended into oblivion, never to return.
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