Trysten Fedore Marcel

Trysten Fedore-Marcel

Born March 3, 1792

Creature Status: Daywalker

Songs: TBD


I was born to the high priest Jairdan Fedore and the sage priestess Feliciana Fedore at the suns daybreak in 1792. From infancy I began my training with the Lupusnox female, Kareina Wolfe a strange occurrence. For Daywalkers do not normally begin their training until their thirtieth birthday, but in my case it was a necessity for I was destined to bear the prophecy. The first and only child to walk the realms carrying both the blood of our daywalker brethren and the blood of darkness our enemies…

I stayed with my trainer for one hundred and eighty five years, until the night when she instructed me and my dear friends to a run down bar in nighthurst, it was time, I was to fulfill my destiny. With heavy heart and the mindset that I was merely performing my duty I agreed and met him. It was in fact love at first sight, I could scarcely imagine how a Nightwalker God could be so kind, could not fathom my growing emotion and by June of 1980 I had bore a daughter…

As I had been trained I took my daughter and refused him visitation, she was young and powerful, held magic I had never witnessed or known to exist a danger to her and myself if Carter were to find out. Still I could not stay away from him, I was in love and I could sense he was as well and on the afternoon the day before Lydie’s birthday my estranged father paid me a visit. He was angry that I had continued my relations with Carter and angry that I had in fact chosen to accept Luciene’s edict.

In his rage he informed me that my life was to end, my daughter would be orphaned and sent to live with a guardian. The sage of protection, in order to keep her safe from the forces within the Terra Regnum. That eve as I made my way through the darkened alley beside Carters club, hurrying to meet him I came upon my own destiny the one who would take me from my beloved daughter and husband.

One shot that shredded my heart, one shot that in truth should have sent my soul to the sun, but I was fortunate. When my body arrived at the morgue a fellow Lupusnox was present and I was transported to Altoriah, to begin my healing.

With my soul reunited with my body I slept in a coma for twenty years, until Luciene came to me and ordered I arise. With his powers he healed what still had not and sent me to retrieve the child I had left behind, my purpose to bring her to him, to ready her for her own destiny…

Jayden Alatoré

Jayden Alatoré Pronounciation: Jah-Den...Al-uh-Tore-Ay

Born: the third day of the third week of the first month of summer solstice... 1208

Age: 801 years old (2009)

Parents: (?)

Creature Status: Vampire??? or is he??? could he truly be something different, perhaps something altogether unknown? Only time will tell.

Song(s): Lost, Avenged Sevenfold~Bush, Mouth~Nirvana, All Apologies ~ Cant leave out, Figured You Out, Nickleback

Story:

You think I haven’t loved? well I have, so don’t give me any shit about being so harsh and unwilling towards Lydie. There just doesn’t seem to be a point behind it, yeah sure I have finally realized, much to the detriment of my own heart that the damned female has wormed her way in. Hell Carter’s daughter no matter what the fuck she is, has filled me with nothing but pure unadulterated need and it’s killing me. Especially after that kiss, so Lyd if you are reading this; know that the moment I get you back, there is absolutely nothing that is going to stop me from doing what I have wanted since that first night. Oh yeah, I should probably let you know that wasn’t a dream… Your taste and the feel of your skin… Damn I am getting excited just thinking about it.

Damnation must you mortals look so horrified and disgusted? I am a vampire after all, speaking of I must take a moment and just because I like to watch you squirm I am going to tell you, “Adjust…Myself.” Come on now if I really wanted I could offer a night beyond your wildest dreams; but before you get your panties all knotted up, I won’t because I am unfortunately in love with my sire’s daughter. Now in exchange for your losses I offer this instead, I will tell you my story just do not interrupt or else I will most certainly walk away and never look back…

I do not know my father, although there is a vague, very vague memory of a man from when I was but two or three max. The only father I have ever truly known being Carter, whom I met late in the eve shortly after my mother’s death…

I see the questions in your eyes and before you bother interrupting I will get to it. Seriously don’t piss me off because I would much rather be out there searching for my Lyd than sitting here wasting precious darkness.

Carter raised me from three years of age, twelve seasons if you must be era correct; raised me as his own son which provided me comforts to rival even the kings of the damned mortals, although at that time I had been one. The finest of clothes, carriages, hunters and women were at my fingertips from the moment I grew an affinity towards them. I was a noble, in all aspects known as the motherless son of Lord Carter Marcellus, given entrance to the most elite of the taverns without so much as a sideways glance.

Man how I miss the good old days, when you could walk in take a seat and a tavern wench seemed to appear right before you with a full mug of ale and if you were me, a tumble in a dark corner or the back room. Yeah I have it and I know how to use it, always have. Too bad I just don’t have the inclination for any other than Lydie; lately, Bayside has been flush with some ripe apples just begging to be plucked.

Really now, you seriously have some major prince charming issue’s if you think that I don’t see what’s around me. Thick, thin, pretty, horse faced it’s all the same when you are in the bedroom with the lights out and you have a constant hard on.

Back on schedule because I have an appointment with that fucking dusk dog, damned you Carter for forcing this shit on me.

So…

I lived the highlife for years, enjoyed women, sport, finery and more women until that fateful morning as I stood in the middle of the field to the east of Carter's castle, my heart scarcely beating as I waited with bated breath. Listened intently to the birds as they quickened their songs of calling to the sun, my favorite time of the day, that magical soul encompassing moment when the earth was suddenly washed in light. The tinkling sound of shattered crystal filling my entire being while I watched in awe as the sun rose into the sky. There I stood relishing every blasted moment of the majestic rise of the sun, by all means believing I was alone, until I caught scent of a something different. Yeah… yeah… yeah… I lied get over it! Sure I told Lydie I didn’t miss the sun, but I do, so there you learned some new bullshit about me. But I downright refuse to let you make me feel guilty or remorseful, I made my choice and I still stand by it; so what, I cannot ever experience the warmth of the rays or the scent of the air just before day break again. If you live as long as I then you learn to deal with it, but being a mortal somehow I doubt it.

Unless you want to be changed?...