Post by The Guru on Sept 5, 2005 2:57:55 GMT -5
Name: Sotanos
Alias(es): Thanatos
Celebrity Used: Matt Cedeno
D.O.B.: October 13th, 1420
D.O.T.: October 31st, 1445
Age: Claimed 555 (Actuality 584)
Concept:
Level: Le Sourdre De Sang
Height: 6'2
Weight: 189
Eyes: Obsidian
Hair: Black
Race: Ancient Greek
Nationality: Greek
Languages: All known Dialects, and a few alleged dead ones
Locations: Unknown
Vehicle(s): None Actually
Fighting Style(s): Undisclosed
Roleplaying Style(s): Descriptive, Turn-Based, Fast Descriptive and Responsive.
Martial Status: Undisclosed
Favorite Place(s): Athens, The Chateau
Favorite Music Style(s): Undisclosed
Original Master: Hades (Destroyed)
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Lions, Cheetahs, Leopards
Call to Ghosts
Naviation
Servant's Markings
Telekenetics
Telepathy
Shadow Cloaking (Through Cabrinah and Raquim)
Damage Wave
Presence Cover
Cadence
Gifts:
Le Beau Baiser (The Beautiful Kiss)
Taste of Lust (The Ardeur)
The Necromancy Special
Metaphysical Carrier (Lion)
The bloodlust, craving the very lifeforce that drives every living thing one way or another. Sotanos' "Beautiful Kiss" is purely orgasmic, just as the one known as Asher, even feeding from the most powerful of Master Vampires sends them into a deepened state of lust, desire and passion, as with the lesser Vampires and mortals, it is sensations they have never dreamed of, utter and total pleasure beyond anything they have felt, or could handle, so when Sotanos feeds, it is a grand event indeed.
One weakness most would call, is his sensations towards the 'large feline' when in heat. Due to but moments before his Master fed from him on the first night, Sotanos was attacked by a Werelion. Within the next three nights Sotanos said his farewells to the day, and his life, embracing his new gifts of the night, and one from that fateful 'large feline'. It seems that the effects of the attack was a transference of blood, saliva and claw coating into his blood stream, yet there was no infection of lycanthropy. But there were two things imprinted onto his psyche as a trauma from respecting the creature with this, for from that moment on Sotanos' senses were heightened almost to the level of a Were-creature, or just the normal advanced Vampire. And secondly, that the phermones given by a female Were-feline effect Sotanos greatly, as with just the scent of it could bring him to what most would call a 'Vampiric Orgasm'. The one given of course is the Werelion, there after is the Werepanther and last noted by Sotanos, the Wereleopard. Of course this draws the reasons why he has had problems retaining a Pomme de Sang, until now.
History:
The year 1420, or to most the birth of The Italian Renaissance, but to those who follow under me, or know me better than any others, will mark this as my birth year. Son of a widowed sleeper and Greek soldier I was destined for something much greater than what life had dealt me. So I played the hand out, and cashed in rather well from departing of the living... I have no complaints, nor will I ask of your pity, but what I will do however, is give you a piece of my existence, or better yet, many pieces that will give you a glimpse as to what I have gone through... and what I have accomplished. After time you begin to lose exact dates, what once was an exact Friday that you ate warmed bread under the weaping willow, turns into a warm day near the week's end, to a sunny day in early June, just to end up as... a morning in the mid-fifteenth century. This morning however had found me starting the first day of my death, and quite ironic at that, for this day I was sent upon what most would call a 'suicide assignment' for my country. Yes the few, the proud, the ignorant, and this caused for my transformation. Not exactly the way you would think, for as a soldier, just like anything else I involve myself in, I excelled rapidly, climbing the ranks and skills rather effortlessly in the facts of being a born leader. But now it is time to dygress and move on or else you will age during this, and I am afraid I will have to watch you perish, with some self satisfaction I might add.
Now I could canter on about how my mortal life was so horrible I begged for death, or that I went out in search for it. These situations would be far from the truth friend, for you see I was chosen out of a very select few. I can remember the summer, just not the dates, the air was digested and the sky was a dry blue. Enjoying my pubescent days on the beach of South Volo, Greece was enjoyable, for the mortal that I once was, yet I find humor in those meaningless things I worried about, like what made women so alluring, why did I feel remorse for stealing the neighbor's animals and what was I there for. Being what you would not call an orphan did teach me manythings early on that no class room nor the town drunk could teach in a lifetime. Experience was key, and that is exactly what my existence has been, countless experiences to build upon what you would refer to as my 'wisdom'.
This coming from the person that now leads the undead populace in Kansas City may sound odd, but these things I no longer wonder, or worry about. When it was my time I had no idea, being fresh from training into the once great armies of Greece, I was a soldier, and a great one at that. Yet 'He from Athens' had chosen me from word of mouth, the loosened mouth of Alexandria, a childhood love who believed Hades (He from Athens) would make me his servant, so her and I could spend a horrible eternity together. Now the saying 'All the King's horsemen and all the King's men...' might come into play, for they were great against myself and my family, so to make a long story short Hades had ordered their death for my service, they perished as you can tell I survived. Yet when I had entered Hades' halls carrying the heads of his men he was impressed, rather than disrespected.
Over the next many decades Hades had embraced me, taught me as he would a son from delving me with the kiss. Oh the things he had taught me you could never imagine, well, most of you... Moving along here, so I was promised Athens at his demise, yet my youth had gotten the best of me, and once finding out that my sister Helena had spent these same years as someone's sex slave, enraged the fire within my young mind, and I took his existence with my bare hands, freeing my sister of her torment to where she could join the rest of the family, and I remain, suffering at my own expense. Needless to say I did not last long in Athens, the tastes there are glorious upon visiting, yet staying there, I would never recommend. Setting out to the seas was a great step on my part, meeting different forms of life, death and everything inbetween, learning from them, striving from them until the moment I saw fit to destroy them.
It was like a drug, and being addicted was a triumphant thing. But it seemed I was not the only of my kind, and to find out that in this vast world, there were those far more powerful than I. But I am far from Greedy, and find that those I have met who are more powerful than I to be great company, and even greater ways to explore my own being, outside, as well as in. So here I am now, ruling over Kansas City, and following leads to these things I still take dear to myself, the black arts, magicks and any other forms that people believe they can 'dabble' in. Taking heart, never upon myself, unless I feel the need to reach my callioused hand into your chest, and borrow your's.
Update:
From New York I travel, it seems this world is not of certain ironies to it. That which I have worked so very hard on comes to the instant price of failure. True I know that I am not the greatest of beings... yet. That title will forever be held by Our Dark Mother, and must you never forget that as to remind you, will find that you pay the dearest cost of all. But cost is eternal, just as the one I am paying, to leave my dream of The New Acropolis, and my project of Necropolis to be risen from the darkness for Our Sweet Mother to bask in all the power I offer her. I had given my former territory to my daughter, who in turn through independance betrayed the very fruit of my labors and turned it over to my dreaded enemies.
Yes, I know to simply vanquish mine enemies and punish this traitorous offspring of mine in all ways seems to be the only option, but these things are very... delicate in that sense, and to bring the front of this war to what the Americans call 'The Heartland' shall be my requim. However that is not to be dared at this time, allies find themselves timid to these facts, so here I return to the beginning of my true rising in the dark... and find myself to keep the line drawn so the river that seperates both territories does not flow with the blood of those that have betrayed me... just yet at least.
Alias(es): Thanatos
Celebrity Used: Matt Cedeno
D.O.B.: October 13th, 1420
D.O.T.: October 31st, 1445
Age: Claimed 555 (Actuality 584)
Concept:
Level: Le Sourdre De Sang
Height: 6'2
Weight: 189
Eyes: Obsidian
Hair: Black
Race: Ancient Greek
Nationality: Greek
Languages: All known Dialects, and a few alleged dead ones
Locations: Unknown
Vehicle(s): None Actually
Fighting Style(s): Undisclosed
Roleplaying Style(s): Descriptive, Turn-Based, Fast Descriptive and Responsive.
Martial Status: Undisclosed
Favorite Place(s): Athens, The Chateau
Favorite Music Style(s): Undisclosed
Original Master: Hades (Destroyed)
Special Abilities:
Beast Summoning: Lions, Cheetahs, Leopards
Call to Ghosts
Naviation
Servant's Markings
Telekenetics
Telepathy
Shadow Cloaking (Through Cabrinah and Raquim)
Damage Wave
Presence Cover
Cadence
Gifts:
Le Beau Baiser (The Beautiful Kiss)
Taste of Lust (The Ardeur)
The Necromancy Special
Metaphysical Carrier (Lion)
The bloodlust, craving the very lifeforce that drives every living thing one way or another. Sotanos' "Beautiful Kiss" is purely orgasmic, just as the one known as Asher, even feeding from the most powerful of Master Vampires sends them into a deepened state of lust, desire and passion, as with the lesser Vampires and mortals, it is sensations they have never dreamed of, utter and total pleasure beyond anything they have felt, or could handle, so when Sotanos feeds, it is a grand event indeed.
One weakness most would call, is his sensations towards the 'large feline' when in heat. Due to but moments before his Master fed from him on the first night, Sotanos was attacked by a Werelion. Within the next three nights Sotanos said his farewells to the day, and his life, embracing his new gifts of the night, and one from that fateful 'large feline'. It seems that the effects of the attack was a transference of blood, saliva and claw coating into his blood stream, yet there was no infection of lycanthropy. But there were two things imprinted onto his psyche as a trauma from respecting the creature with this, for from that moment on Sotanos' senses were heightened almost to the level of a Were-creature, or just the normal advanced Vampire. And secondly, that the phermones given by a female Were-feline effect Sotanos greatly, as with just the scent of it could bring him to what most would call a 'Vampiric Orgasm'. The one given of course is the Werelion, there after is the Werepanther and last noted by Sotanos, the Wereleopard. Of course this draws the reasons why he has had problems retaining a Pomme de Sang, until now.
History:
The year 1420, or to most the birth of The Italian Renaissance, but to those who follow under me, or know me better than any others, will mark this as my birth year. Son of a widowed sleeper and Greek soldier I was destined for something much greater than what life had dealt me. So I played the hand out, and cashed in rather well from departing of the living... I have no complaints, nor will I ask of your pity, but what I will do however, is give you a piece of my existence, or better yet, many pieces that will give you a glimpse as to what I have gone through... and what I have accomplished. After time you begin to lose exact dates, what once was an exact Friday that you ate warmed bread under the weaping willow, turns into a warm day near the week's end, to a sunny day in early June, just to end up as... a morning in the mid-fifteenth century. This morning however had found me starting the first day of my death, and quite ironic at that, for this day I was sent upon what most would call a 'suicide assignment' for my country. Yes the few, the proud, the ignorant, and this caused for my transformation. Not exactly the way you would think, for as a soldier, just like anything else I involve myself in, I excelled rapidly, climbing the ranks and skills rather effortlessly in the facts of being a born leader. But now it is time to dygress and move on or else you will age during this, and I am afraid I will have to watch you perish, with some self satisfaction I might add.
Now I could canter on about how my mortal life was so horrible I begged for death, or that I went out in search for it. These situations would be far from the truth friend, for you see I was chosen out of a very select few. I can remember the summer, just not the dates, the air was digested and the sky was a dry blue. Enjoying my pubescent days on the beach of South Volo, Greece was enjoyable, for the mortal that I once was, yet I find humor in those meaningless things I worried about, like what made women so alluring, why did I feel remorse for stealing the neighbor's animals and what was I there for. Being what you would not call an orphan did teach me manythings early on that no class room nor the town drunk could teach in a lifetime. Experience was key, and that is exactly what my existence has been, countless experiences to build upon what you would refer to as my 'wisdom'.
This coming from the person that now leads the undead populace in Kansas City may sound odd, but these things I no longer wonder, or worry about. When it was my time I had no idea, being fresh from training into the once great armies of Greece, I was a soldier, and a great one at that. Yet 'He from Athens' had chosen me from word of mouth, the loosened mouth of Alexandria, a childhood love who believed Hades (He from Athens) would make me his servant, so her and I could spend a horrible eternity together. Now the saying 'All the King's horsemen and all the King's men...' might come into play, for they were great against myself and my family, so to make a long story short Hades had ordered their death for my service, they perished as you can tell I survived. Yet when I had entered Hades' halls carrying the heads of his men he was impressed, rather than disrespected.
Over the next many decades Hades had embraced me, taught me as he would a son from delving me with the kiss. Oh the things he had taught me you could never imagine, well, most of you... Moving along here, so I was promised Athens at his demise, yet my youth had gotten the best of me, and once finding out that my sister Helena had spent these same years as someone's sex slave, enraged the fire within my young mind, and I took his existence with my bare hands, freeing my sister of her torment to where she could join the rest of the family, and I remain, suffering at my own expense. Needless to say I did not last long in Athens, the tastes there are glorious upon visiting, yet staying there, I would never recommend. Setting out to the seas was a great step on my part, meeting different forms of life, death and everything inbetween, learning from them, striving from them until the moment I saw fit to destroy them.
It was like a drug, and being addicted was a triumphant thing. But it seemed I was not the only of my kind, and to find out that in this vast world, there were those far more powerful than I. But I am far from Greedy, and find that those I have met who are more powerful than I to be great company, and even greater ways to explore my own being, outside, as well as in. So here I am now, ruling over Kansas City, and following leads to these things I still take dear to myself, the black arts, magicks and any other forms that people believe they can 'dabble' in. Taking heart, never upon myself, unless I feel the need to reach my callioused hand into your chest, and borrow your's.
Update:
From New York I travel, it seems this world is not of certain ironies to it. That which I have worked so very hard on comes to the instant price of failure. True I know that I am not the greatest of beings... yet. That title will forever be held by Our Dark Mother, and must you never forget that as to remind you, will find that you pay the dearest cost of all. But cost is eternal, just as the one I am paying, to leave my dream of The New Acropolis, and my project of Necropolis to be risen from the darkness for Our Sweet Mother to bask in all the power I offer her. I had given my former territory to my daughter, who in turn through independance betrayed the very fruit of my labors and turned it over to my dreaded enemies.
Yes, I know to simply vanquish mine enemies and punish this traitorous offspring of mine in all ways seems to be the only option, but these things are very... delicate in that sense, and to bring the front of this war to what the Americans call 'The Heartland' shall be my requim. However that is not to be dared at this time, allies find themselves timid to these facts, so here I return to the beginning of my true rising in the dark... and find myself to keep the line drawn so the river that seperates both territories does not flow with the blood of those that have betrayed me... just yet at least.
