<BGSOUND SRC="edwards.mid" LOOP=INFINITE> Armand
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Birth

15th Century, in the Russian steppes. When he was about 16 years old, his beloved master Marius makes him into a vampire. Armand himself did not create any "Children of Darkness" until 1985, when he makes Daniel Molloy his own.

Family

Torn apart from his parents around the age of 10-12.

Looks

Auburn curls, brown eyes. Boyish, innocent appearance.

Personality
Children are particularly cruel, and Claudia was definitely not the only child around here. For Armand, the universe revolves around him. Because of his innocence and simplicity, he is prone to run to extremes, as was the case when he was abducted by the Children of Darkness. Once among them, he lapped up their teachings and abided strictly by those rules for centuries, long after most other Children of Darkness covens had abandoned the main of their practice. After Lestat opened his eyes to the fact that his mind was still functioning in the Middle Ages, Armand then went to the opposite extreme of trying to understand the current age through Lestat, then Louis, then Daniel. I suppose the thought of taking the middle path did not even cross his mind.


I am lost so I am cruel
but I'd be love and sweetness if I had you.
I'm waiting...I'm waiting for you

"Milk" by Garbage

Armand certainly has a dark side which perhaps greatly overrides the light in his soul. Of course this isn't surprising, considering what he has been through. He is pensive and appears thoughtful (although it's a general rule that the more a person maintains silence, the more deep and intelligent she/he appears...). Although his thought processes may be somewhat simple, he does think things through and does not start anything until he is convinced it is the right thing. Armand doesn't communicate his thoughts unless he chooses to do so, giving him his characteristic mysterious air.

History

Armand's Sorrow

Yes, I will speak of Armand, my Amadeo who breaks my heart. May he forgive me for my weakness, for making him what he is at that age. Emotionally he is still that bruised child, but so utterly without hope! All these years have killed what little hope I was able to nurse in him back in 15th century Venice. Daniel seems to give him pleasure; I'm glad of that. I fear for Armand, for I've seen this look on his face of utter...resignation. He does not even have the power, the strength to fight the despair in his heart; he has simply accepted it. Compared to Armand's despair, even Louis's suffering is nothing, because Louis still struggles with it and he will live as long as he can fight. Armand, his can only end in destruction.

Armand was time and again torn from the ones he loved most, even in his short mortal life. He is a lost boy, always on the search for someone who can help him find his way home. But we have all failed him. He reaches out but all he finds is empty air. I should have found him earlier, have been there for him, have shown him the light! I weep for him, even now. I hear that Armand pushed Lestat off the tower in Paris after Claudia's death; but no one recognizes that that was Armand's cry for help.

Amadeo, child of God
What do you see, looking out from
the quiet depths of those clear dark eyes?

You know, Armand's old name was Amadeo, which means "he who loves God." I always felt that it should be "beloved of God." I think he was so beloved to some jealous god that this god made sure Armand would belong to no one but him.

My poor Amadeo! The mere mention of his name gives me pain. As a principle, I do not live with regrets; yet I cannot stop thinking about how much could have been avoided and how wonderful his existence could have been to himself, had we not been parted so prematurely. I look at him and I see a young boy still, stretching himself to be more than he is and so completely believing in this facade, that he cannot be anything else anymore.

So you see, Armand is my wound that will not heal. I only hope you, too, will understand his tragedy and to love him for the monster that he is. May he find his peace some day...

Marius

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