Name: Kaiden Olviant
Nickname: K
Age: unknown
Species: Dampire
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 176 lbs.
Hair type: Shaggy, Medium, Midnight Black
Eye color: Dark Grey
Skin tone: Ash white
Affiliation (order, neutral, chaos): Chaos
Powers: Dark Energies.
Strengths: Mind Control, Spiritual Powers, Darkness Control
Weakness: Energy Attacks, Beauty, Bloodlust
Alliance Type (Holy, Good, Evil, Corrupt): Corrupt
Friends: none
Enemies: none
Special Quirks: Always wear gloves.
History of Character:
Father was a cursed soul who had the mis-fortune to have a vampress fall for him. Their one night of passion resulted in his death, and Kaiden's conception. But being a bastard child, and not a true vampire, the coven forced their queen to abandon him. He was found by an elderly woman, who for five years cared for him as best she could. But his need for blood eventually got too strong and he ended up attacking her.
The rest of his life as a child was a blurr of death and emptiness. Any friends he would have had all ended up at his feet, cold and lifeless. That was until he came across an ancient demon temple deep in the heart of a cursed forest. Finding sanctuary at the temple, Kaiden laid claim to the forest. It wasn't until he spilled the blood of some innocent traveller that a falled devil, Rajzmere, appeared and blessed him with a stronger will, so long as he served him. But after six hundred years of loyalty, Rajzmere was discovered by a paladin. The alter in which the demon lord was cursed to was destroyed.
Alone once more, Kaiden left the forest to find his own way. Perfering to be alone, Kaiden only ventured to populated areas to feed. Though, as time went on, those visits became less and less frequent.
Way you rp:
Darkness surrounded his broken throne, the fallen naked bodies lay scattered about his floor. Some were still alive, snacks for later, some were unconscience, waiting their fate. While many...
Kaiden sat with his head in his hands, a stone goblet sitting by still full of warm blood. Screams could be heard coming from the one of the many rooms that filled the broken palace. He kept his eyes closed, as a soft, delicate hand touched his knee. He didn't move, as he felt the hand move slowly up his thigh. Soon a second hand appeared upon his thigh, spreading his legs, which he did willingly. He sat back as the hands fiddled with his belt. He opened his eyes to the young woman as she slid down his pants, exposing his lower body to her. He watched her sway a bit as if drunk, the puncture wounds upon her wrist still fresh. She smiled weakly up at him, opening her mouth and leaning in.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, while a low moan escaped hers. His eyes scanned the walls beyond, taking note of the many eyes upon him. The young woman opened wide, her tongue wrapping around his throbbing cock, blood from her wrist dripping upon his thigh. She slowly began to suck, still moaning. As her blood dripped, the eyes of those in the shadows began to get closer. Sex and blood, this is what the vampires of Dark-Void Manor craved the most.
He closed his eyes, smiling slightly. The young woman knew how to pleasure him. Her blood, her body, her will, all for him. He reached down, running his fingers through her blonde hair. This was her last night with him, and he was going to show her how much she meant to him.
Keyword: Divine
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