Azicharok
Azicharok was the Last of the Vampyres. The rest having been hunted down and slaughtered by an alliance of the varying Folks of Elves and the remaining Dragons. Azicharok hid away in the abandoned City of Umbraedar. The Cavernous city of the Night Elves. Long abandoned after their extermination by the Sun Elves. There he hid, feeding on animals that either wandered by at night. Or any predator animals that wandered in, looking to make a den of the forgotten caverns. For many thousands of years, he languished. Immortal and unable to die. He developed a hatred for The Strangers. Who had created his kind and left him to die. In that hatred, he juggled staving off mental stagnation into a primal beast. And devising a potent revenge.
One day, a young boy of the race of Artean Men wandered into the caverns. No older than 15, and Fleeing the guilt of watching his brother die, and lying about it. Azicharok, almost completely near primal degradation of the mind. Fought his own savagery in order to capture the already frightened child. After tasting the child's blood, in order to determine his constitutional strength and see into his mind. He determined this child to be the one who would be the instrument of his revenge. And the harbinger of a new dark force.
Azicharok had periodically drained his blood into a pool of isolated cavern water. Over enough time. His blood had overtaken the water. He plunged the child into the pool. Forcing the child to drink and drink and drink. He eventually completely submerged the child into the pool. Drowning him. But as the child disappeared into the thick red pool. Azicharok knew that the work had been done. And later that night, watched the child rise again as something new. Something powerful. The First of the Vampyre Men. This child's name would be Maarik the Bloodweaver. Azicharok would offer his own blood, to his death. Maarik drained him dry. And learned all he would need to of the new nature that had suddenly been thrust upon him.
The world would feel Azicharoks revenge. In the progeny of Maarik. The Vampyres that fill Mens hearts with a true and terrible dread of the Dark.
One day, a young boy of the race of Artean Men wandered into the caverns. No older than 15, and Fleeing the guilt of watching his brother die, and lying about it. Azicharok, almost completely near primal degradation of the mind. Fought his own savagery in order to capture the already frightened child. After tasting the child's blood, in order to determine his constitutional strength and see into his mind. He determined this child to be the one who would be the instrument of his revenge. And the harbinger of a new dark force.
Azicharok had periodically drained his blood into a pool of isolated cavern water. Over enough time. His blood had overtaken the water. He plunged the child into the pool. Forcing the child to drink and drink and drink. He eventually completely submerged the child into the pool. Drowning him. But as the child disappeared into the thick red pool. Azicharok knew that the work had been done. And later that night, watched the child rise again as something new. Something powerful. The First of the Vampyre Men. This child's name would be Maarik the Bloodweaver. Azicharok would offer his own blood, to his death. Maarik drained him dry. And learned all he would need to of the new nature that had suddenly been thrust upon him.
The world would feel Azicharoks revenge. In the progeny of Maarik. The Vampyres that fill Mens hearts with a true and terrible dread of the Dark.
Species
Circumstances of Birth
Created by The Strangers
Circumstances of Death
Drained Dry by Maarik the Bloodweaver
Children
Gender
Neutral
Eyes
Black
Hair
None
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Charcoal Grey with a Olive Green tint.
Height
9,2
Weight
321lbs
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