Phlegyas Windstarr
Childer
Joined: 28 Nov 2007
Posts: 108
Location: On the River Styx
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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 5:24 am Post subject: Phlegyas |
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Mortal Name: Unknown
Vampire Name: Phlegyas
Age: 50 at time of his death
57 as a vampire
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 180lbs.
Hair: Black hair down to the middle of his back
Eyes: Dark red
Body: Average with a well toned body
Clothing: ancient samurai outfit, steel armor on both arms, and heavy black boots.
Abilities: Trained in the art of the samurai, has the uncanny ability to surprise his opponent. Intelligent when in a fight.
Personality: Very loyal to his friends, allies, and the one he is with. Has a strong sense of Honor and will not attack the helpless, but rather die trying to defend them. He believes to die in battle is an Honorable death.
Home Town: Sparta, Greece.
Phlegyas was born in Greece around 1900, and mostly everything is so blurry. He was, as far as he can remember, normal. By the time he was 2 he started changing....his ears grew to what you see now, got taller, and he guessed his parents freaked. They left him in a dark ally and was soon forgotten. By the time he was 15 he was (by normal people's standards) a man and had been fending for himself. He would steal what he needed to survive. When he was out in public he would wear a hat or something to cover my 'deformity' as it was called. Traveling to Japan when he turned 30, there he meets a 'mentor' who showed him the ways of a warrior. He taught Phlegyas about honor and loyalty. By the time he turned 45, his life was set to a routine; studying in the morning and train in the evening.
Life took an unexpected turn when Phlegyas came across a couple being attacked. Honor told him to intervene, and so he did. That's when the attacker came at him. They fought, blood was everywhere, and when the battle was over the attacker was dead. Not knowing, he had been bit and, with all the blood on his body, something was bound to happen. A couple of days later Phlegyas started getting sick and eventually he lost the ultimate battle, Life. He was 50. Awaking the next night with a hunger he has never felt before, he set out to find his first meal. He made my first kill that night and have lived with the regret ever since. Leaving Japan and he made his way to Abyss City, keeping to the shadows, hiding for everyone, living on rats, cats, dogs, but not people.
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