Post by Maximilian Mainor on Feb 12, 2006 14:57:42 GMT -5
Name: Maximilian Mainor. Is also known as; Max, Maxus, Almaxus. Brithname Maccus.
Age: Although he has only been 225 years on earth, he spend nineteen years in Tir na nOg, which in Earthyears comes close to 3000 years in totall. But without the experience of a 3000-year old Vampire, he can be counted as a 900 years old vampire.
Sexe: male, bisexual
Personality: Max is mostly known as a merry guy who rarely saves his laughter. Not being one to be angry quickly, generally a laid back person. His memory isn't what it's used to be, and him forgetting something is not a rare thing. He's more complicated than he looks tho, being haunted by memories of the past. Nightmares and deeds he wished he had never done haunt him wherever he goes, often resulting in break-downs and fits of rage towards those who caused him to be so tormented. Easily influenced by his maker.
Appearence: Max has amber eyes, which immediatly capture the attention to whomever he speaks. His half long auburn hair is often kept in a messy ponytail, held together by a black ribbon. A well kept beard graces his jawline.
He is not one of the tallest men ever seen on the face of the earth, being more broad than tall. Muscular legs and arms show years of experience in hard work, although he never mentions it. He usually wears a brown jacket of brocade witha nice fit, combined with black trousers and shiny black shoes. He usually wears a white shirt underneath with nonchalance.
History: Max has never been one of the lucky fellows, ever since his birth he has been cursed with bad luck and haunting visions.
His mother was a succubus, his father the Prince and future Lord of the world. This allegiance between Earth and Tir na nOg was made when the Vampires threatened to find Tir na nOg, which would mean certain death to all creatures living in the magical land.
A bride was offered to the young son of the Lord of the World, in exchange of peace. The bride was accepted, and Caislinn, the succubus of Tir na nOg was given to Drémon, Prince of the World. Both suffered from this union. The Vampire couldn't give the Succubus the satisfaction she needed, and without Tir na nOg she slowly fainted away from the world.
Eventually, through hardships and pain, Caislinn finally could announce she was with child, and Drémon was beyond joy.
Caislinn however had something different in mind than being the good wife and mother Tir na nOg had hoped she would be. She offered a truce with the Prince, her husband. She had done her duty, she would give him a son. He could have the boy, and then she would be allowed to leave. He agreed, yet she wasn't finished. She would raise the boy for nineteen years in Tir na nOg, and after the nineteen years she would bring his son to him.
He agreed, somewhat reluctant, but the prospect of raising a child wasn't too his liking either.
And so it was that in spring the boy was finally born, and was laid in the arms of Drémon, Prince of the World. Seeing the same red hair and the amber eyes he could not fantom the joy he felt in his cold heart. Yet she reminded him of his promise, but now that he had seen his son he refused. She cursed him, thus accidentally cursing her son, took him away and fled for Tir na nOg.
Drémon waited nineteen years, and on the birthday of his son he stood outsides the gates of the castle, but no succubus was seen on the horizon. Wanting revenge for this theft he had to retreat into the castle as the sun rose.
Throughout the following years he grew colder, hate brewing inside of him as all he could about was his son.
Nineteen years did pass in Tir na nOg, but the poor succubus had forgotten that time went three times as slow in Tir na nOg than on Earth, and when the boy; Half succubus, half human (for the Vampire blood was washed away from him when he entered the gates of Tir na nOg as a baby) the boy was led away from his mother by the Minotaur Ramlach, his mother's close companion and friend, led away from Tir na nOg and into the world.
On the day of his 4161th birthday Maccus finally knocked on the door of Drémon Castle, Drémon, now Lord of the World, having succeeded his father after a bloody battle.
Maccus knocked on the door, which was opened by none other than the Lord of the World himself.
The tall Lord looked down upon his son, seeing but a young boy with long red hair and amber eyes. Staring down with his blue, and amber eyes he scoffed, showing his canine to the boy to see if he was scared.
"Are you Maccus, son of Caislinn and Drémon?"
The boy, although already nineteen nodded rather meekly. In Tir na nOg he had never seen evil, and he was easily impressed by the man standing before him, looking so much like him and yet nothing like him at all.
"Enter." His father ordered, and so he did, followed by his close companion Ramlach.
Life wasn't easy at court. It was larger, crowdier, bigger, smellier than anything Maccus had ever seen. He was used to wide open spaces of Tir na nOg, full of sunlight, full of laughter and love.
This was quite the opposite.
Standing in a great Hall, before the man whom had asked him his name, he knew nothing of where he was at the moment.
The man before him wasn't much taller than he was, having jetblack hair, and strange eyes. One was amber, the other blue, unlike his own eyes whom were green, and his hair red.
"So Caislinn has send you back," The man started to speak, looking down on the boy, sitting on a beautiful throne, which was carved out of the most beautiful of stone. "Do you know who I am?"
He shook his head, not knowing for sure whom he was.
"I am your father, I am your Lord. I am the Ruler of your world. I am Dremon Demoneye."
The name said little to the boy. The name had been named a few times in his life, mostly by his mother, he had heard it from other inhabitants of Tir na nOg but he had never paid much attention.
"You are my son, and my legal Heir. I will treat you as such, you will have your place in my Court, and when the time is ready, you will have your rightful place at my side."
The man glanced past the boy Maccus, to the gigantic Minotaur standing besides the boy, looking so relaxed and still.
"And you Ramlach, in years I have not seen you. Will you follow my rule once again? Will you join the other Minotaurs once again?"
"I will do as you wish my Lord, but most of all I wish to be Maccus' mentor, I can teach him, I know him."
The Lord on the throne pondered the possibility, looking at his son.
"That is only a small wish to fullfil, it will be so. But if I notice you teaching him the wrong things, well, you know what will happen Ramlach."
The minotaur nodded.
"You may go now, show him his room." Dremon eventually said, and the minotaur placed his hand on the shoulder of the boy, leading him out of the throne room, through the night, past all the Creaturs of the Night who stood watching, to his new room.
And there, exhausted from all the experiences and the fear he had felt, he dropped himself on the bed with velvet sheets, soon starting to cry as the cold and hatred flowed into his veins, and Ramlach stood there, knowing why the boy cried.
to be continued...
Abilities:
- Body switching
- Telepathy (strong)
- Mind Control (weak)
- Dream Watching
- Enhanced Strenght
Age: Although he has only been 225 years on earth, he spend nineteen years in Tir na nOg, which in Earthyears comes close to 3000 years in totall. But without the experience of a 3000-year old Vampire, he can be counted as a 900 years old vampire.
Sexe: male, bisexual
Personality: Max is mostly known as a merry guy who rarely saves his laughter. Not being one to be angry quickly, generally a laid back person. His memory isn't what it's used to be, and him forgetting something is not a rare thing. He's more complicated than he looks tho, being haunted by memories of the past. Nightmares and deeds he wished he had never done haunt him wherever he goes, often resulting in break-downs and fits of rage towards those who caused him to be so tormented. Easily influenced by his maker.
Appearence: Max has amber eyes, which immediatly capture the attention to whomever he speaks. His half long auburn hair is often kept in a messy ponytail, held together by a black ribbon. A well kept beard graces his jawline.
He is not one of the tallest men ever seen on the face of the earth, being more broad than tall. Muscular legs and arms show years of experience in hard work, although he never mentions it. He usually wears a brown jacket of brocade witha nice fit, combined with black trousers and shiny black shoes. He usually wears a white shirt underneath with nonchalance.
History: Max has never been one of the lucky fellows, ever since his birth he has been cursed with bad luck and haunting visions.
His mother was a succubus, his father the Prince and future Lord of the world. This allegiance between Earth and Tir na nOg was made when the Vampires threatened to find Tir na nOg, which would mean certain death to all creatures living in the magical land.
A bride was offered to the young son of the Lord of the World, in exchange of peace. The bride was accepted, and Caislinn, the succubus of Tir na nOg was given to Drémon, Prince of the World. Both suffered from this union. The Vampire couldn't give the Succubus the satisfaction she needed, and without Tir na nOg she slowly fainted away from the world.
Eventually, through hardships and pain, Caislinn finally could announce she was with child, and Drémon was beyond joy.
Caislinn however had something different in mind than being the good wife and mother Tir na nOg had hoped she would be. She offered a truce with the Prince, her husband. She had done her duty, she would give him a son. He could have the boy, and then she would be allowed to leave. He agreed, yet she wasn't finished. She would raise the boy for nineteen years in Tir na nOg, and after the nineteen years she would bring his son to him.
He agreed, somewhat reluctant, but the prospect of raising a child wasn't too his liking either.
And so it was that in spring the boy was finally born, and was laid in the arms of Drémon, Prince of the World. Seeing the same red hair and the amber eyes he could not fantom the joy he felt in his cold heart. Yet she reminded him of his promise, but now that he had seen his son he refused. She cursed him, thus accidentally cursing her son, took him away and fled for Tir na nOg.
Drémon waited nineteen years, and on the birthday of his son he stood outsides the gates of the castle, but no succubus was seen on the horizon. Wanting revenge for this theft he had to retreat into the castle as the sun rose.
Throughout the following years he grew colder, hate brewing inside of him as all he could about was his son.
Nineteen years did pass in Tir na nOg, but the poor succubus had forgotten that time went three times as slow in Tir na nOg than on Earth, and when the boy; Half succubus, half human (for the Vampire blood was washed away from him when he entered the gates of Tir na nOg as a baby) the boy was led away from his mother by the Minotaur Ramlach, his mother's close companion and friend, led away from Tir na nOg and into the world.
On the day of his 4161th birthday Maccus finally knocked on the door of Drémon Castle, Drémon, now Lord of the World, having succeeded his father after a bloody battle.
Maccus knocked on the door, which was opened by none other than the Lord of the World himself.
The tall Lord looked down upon his son, seeing but a young boy with long red hair and amber eyes. Staring down with his blue, and amber eyes he scoffed, showing his canine to the boy to see if he was scared.
"Are you Maccus, son of Caislinn and Drémon?"
The boy, although already nineteen nodded rather meekly. In Tir na nOg he had never seen evil, and he was easily impressed by the man standing before him, looking so much like him and yet nothing like him at all.
"Enter." His father ordered, and so he did, followed by his close companion Ramlach.
Life wasn't easy at court. It was larger, crowdier, bigger, smellier than anything Maccus had ever seen. He was used to wide open spaces of Tir na nOg, full of sunlight, full of laughter and love.
This was quite the opposite.
Standing in a great Hall, before the man whom had asked him his name, he knew nothing of where he was at the moment.
The man before him wasn't much taller than he was, having jetblack hair, and strange eyes. One was amber, the other blue, unlike his own eyes whom were green, and his hair red.
"So Caislinn has send you back," The man started to speak, looking down on the boy, sitting on a beautiful throne, which was carved out of the most beautiful of stone. "Do you know who I am?"
He shook his head, not knowing for sure whom he was.
"I am your father, I am your Lord. I am the Ruler of your world. I am Dremon Demoneye."
The name said little to the boy. The name had been named a few times in his life, mostly by his mother, he had heard it from other inhabitants of Tir na nOg but he had never paid much attention.
"You are my son, and my legal Heir. I will treat you as such, you will have your place in my Court, and when the time is ready, you will have your rightful place at my side."
The man glanced past the boy Maccus, to the gigantic Minotaur standing besides the boy, looking so relaxed and still.
"And you Ramlach, in years I have not seen you. Will you follow my rule once again? Will you join the other Minotaurs once again?"
"I will do as you wish my Lord, but most of all I wish to be Maccus' mentor, I can teach him, I know him."
The Lord on the throne pondered the possibility, looking at his son.
"That is only a small wish to fullfil, it will be so. But if I notice you teaching him the wrong things, well, you know what will happen Ramlach."
The minotaur nodded.
"You may go now, show him his room." Dremon eventually said, and the minotaur placed his hand on the shoulder of the boy, leading him out of the throne room, through the night, past all the Creaturs of the Night who stood watching, to his new room.
And there, exhausted from all the experiences and the fear he had felt, he dropped himself on the bed with velvet sheets, soon starting to cry as the cold and hatred flowed into his veins, and Ramlach stood there, knowing why the boy cried.
to be continued...
Abilities:
- Body switching
- Telepathy (strong)
- Mind Control (weak)
- Dream Watching
- Enhanced Strenght