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Larkord

Residing in Candle Keep is one thing, but this lushious vampire cant stay hidden for an eternity... Meet his tormented soul... and hear his voice of agony.

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Name : Disturbed VG
E-mail : [email protected]

Vampire Origin (i.e; roleplay, story, etc) : Larkord is the main character of a story i am writing, but i have turned this story into a role playing forum so he is now online. Candle Keep.
Vampire Name : Larkord De'Corkal
Vampire Sex : Male
Vampire Appearance (in detail or a picture will do... but we will require the following) :

- Eyes : Emerald Green
- Hair : Honey Blode, Short- 2 small platts running past his shoulders.
- Dress : A Tattoo of a serpant wraps around his right, upper arm. Dressed in neat clothes, long cape with hood always on in town. A peircing in his left ear with a small emerald glittering.
- Other : 6'4 ft. Dark, Strong, Physically Fit.
Vampire Personality :
- Strength : Master ad hand to hand battle. Handy with a sword.
- Weakness : Love, for his past wife and his new love, Gemini.
- Powers : Mind Reading, Flying, Hypnotisim, Imortal Strength.
- Personality : Depressed. Whitty. Dark. Mysterious. Intelectual. Moody.

- A Little History From The Role Play -

Larkord was born and raised in Candle Keep. He was training to become a knight when one of the wizards captured him, and released a hungry vampire on him.
The vampire, un-knownst to him, turned larkord into a damned immortal.
His dreams of a life serving his king was shattered.

After being released back into the town, Larkord had no idea that the majourity of the city was run by vampires- and soon found shelter in Ella's home.
He slowly began learning the excelled arts of hand to hand battle- Now owns a small estate in candle keep and roams the streets banishing evil.

- A Little History From The Story -

Larkord was an only child of the Lord and Lady De'Corkal of Candle Keep. Raised in a world of nobility, Larkord trained as all young men did in the are of hand-to-hand battle.

Larkord's life long dream was to serve his future king, King Geoffrey when he took up his rule- He and Larkord grew up together as children in the castle yards and halls. Larkord grew closer to the throne after being taken in by the knights; being rewarded with the training of knightly duties, Larkord worked hard. He began to get a name for himself by the age of 20, and shortly after feel in love with a lady in waiting of the palace.

Larkord took his dear Magenta by the hand and kissed her gentle upon his knee; looking above him into her beautiful brown eyes he smiled softly and asked for her take his hand in marriage. The wed and moved into a small cottage in the forest of Candle Keep . The two story cottage grew on the both of them as they furthered their relationship and perused their careers.

But one fatal night, whilst Larkord was out on a routine walk-a-bout, a bunch of bandits and small wizards captured Larkord and used him as bate. Larkord, although struggling with him mite, couldn't escape the clutches of these insane crooks and was locked in a dark room where his life changed forever.

Waking in a cold sweat, Larkord reached for his sword; looking around disorientated, Larkord found himself in the forest where he was captured, with another young knight not far from arms length away. Larkord felt a sharp pain in his neck, and reached his hand over his shoulder. The sticky substance of dried blood stained his fingers, sending Larkord into a panicking rampage.

Then... he looked to the sky, the sun burnt his eyes and his flesh began to seer. Running for cover, Larkord yelled to his fellow man that drowsily ran into the cover of a tree and cried out in agony.

Larkord's vision sharpened upon the bright sun light, and his senses ran a muck. He hears the racing heartbeat of his fellow man just near by- and a hunger he never felt before took over his limbs, forcing him from shadow to shadow...inching closer to his helpless foe. This would be his first lesson after darkness, he was no longer Lord Larkord De'Corkal, and he was something else... something, different. As Larkord sank his new vampiric teeth into his first victim, Larkord drank him dry and laid the corpse in a cover of foliage. He needed answers but not knowing where to go- Larkord ran home... or so he thought.

Running down the willow tree path, Larkord noted that his cottage's door was open. As his flesh seared under the small freckles of sunlight Larkord ran faster- the thought of his beautiful Magenta and his un-born child's lives in danger fuelled him to save them before any harm; but he was too late. Pushing the un-hinged door from his path, his home was ransacked, and blood covered the walls. Larkords ear's twitched on the short memory his home possessed. His wife's screams the drunken laughter of ravishing men, the sound of their knives slicing through her throat; Larkord fell to his knee's screaming in anger. Throwing up his previously drank blood; Larkord crawled through the darkness of his once beautiful thriving home and curled into a corner.

So was the happiness of a simple life, now stolen brutally and viciously from and innocent man, woman and un-born child. Larkord kept in his home for years to come. Tending to his wife's small tulip garden outside their living room window. Larkord rarely ventured out, only on the rare occasion for a feed and some anti-social company... but that soon changed on the arrival of a new soul. A soul so pure, and so white- that she herself could lighten the very darkness which plagued Larkords heart.

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