Morsereg Dindaedel

[Morsereg Dindaedel]

Player Name: Tony
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Name: Morsereg Dindaedel

Age: His features are forever at the standstill they were when he was bitten at thirty-five, however he was born into this world fifty-four years ago.

Race: Vampire

Height: 5'7

Weight: 162 lbs.

Physical Description: Morsereg's eyes almost threaten to reveal what he is, for within them lies the tale of many more years than his physical body shows, which has in effect stained his vibrantly green eyes with specks of a bloody shade of red. Black hair cascades down his back like velvet, ending just below his shoulders. His skin is pale, obviously, but not so much so as to draw attention to himself. His fingers are unnaturally long and bony, as if they were specifically made to strangle and pin people down. This fingers ended with glassy nails, which in themselves are like knives, ripping flesh on a whim. He changes his clothing to suit the occasion, so on certain days many could mistake him for a noble. Yet only those with no common sense wouldn't practically see the venomous nature within.

Posessions: Morsereg isn't much of a material vampire. He carries nothing with him except for a leather pouch of Bishan. However, in the underground portion of the home he bought for himself, where his coffin now lies, he has a few things one might consider possessions. On one wall rests a sword he had received only a week before being bitten, which has a black gem inset into the hilt. Tossed around the "basement", if one would call it that, are heads, both decayed and un-decayed. Morsereg takes the heads of his victims, and they decorate his home, so much so that when one enters they can almost feel the death.

Powers or Strengths:
Morsereg can not die of old age, and is much stronger and faster than mortals. His wounds also regenerate at a quicker speed than those of almost all other races. During the day, when he slumbers in his coffin, he keeps watch on the rest of his home through an astral form, which can not leave the building. For security purposes he has many different traps set up that he can activate through his astral self were an intruder to enter in the daylight hours. He has better sight in the dark than humans, and on account of being un-dead does not have to breathe. On occasion he can charm the weak-minded to ignore his venomous nature and trust him. This is not only how he gathers victims but also pawns to work his way up the ladder of society. He also has an attuned hearing sense, so acute he can actually hear the heartbeats of mortals. He can shut this off when in a large crowd, but when alone or expecting that he is being followed it is invaluable.

Weaknesses:
He has a variety of weaknesses that all vampires share. He cannot function properly during the day, at which time he must hide in a dark space. Sunlight burns him, as does fire, holy, and magical items. Injuries inflicted by those four substances will not heal except over a period of many nights. A wooden stake through his heart will paralyze him until its removal.

History: Morsereg was born in the large city of Marn to a poor family, learning by age five how to survive with little to no Bishan. In this time he learned how to sneak around silently to steal needed food and the like. For many years he lived like this, slowly coming to hate his parents for making him live like this. Part of him knew that it wasn't their fault, but that wouldn't stop the hatred. It just came up, as if a sudden flame was ignited in his mind. At the age of fourteen, he stole a knife and while his parents were out acquiring the nights meal, he stabbed his older brother Alcorad to death. Now that blood had stained his soul, there was no turning back. He snuck into the residential district, finding a house that was abandoned for the moment. He settled into a dark corner until the owner arrived. In moments he was atop the owner, slowly cutting his eyes out with the knife. It was not long before the man's skull would be the first in his collection. For all records, he fell from existence for twenty long years, and his parents assumed him dead.

At thirty-four he resurfaced, and began his steady life as a noble that would last only a year. He made many liasons in the city, so before long he was a name known to a good many, none of whom would ever know how he had started out, or his bloody history. Life moved on for a year, when he got word of an assassin heading his way. He had forged a magnificent blade of steel, a black gem encrusted into the hilt. He waited well into the night when his assassin entered. Swords clashed, and many passed by on the outside, oblivious to the death that was soon to occur just meters away from there.

In the last moments of the battle, Morsereg's sword was knocked from his hands. The man was soon upon him, and in only moments there was a searing pain in Morsereg's neck as it was pierced as if by two daggers. Before long, the vampire let Morsereg go, ripping a gash in his own arm for him to take blood from. All was black, and Morsereg slept.

Eight months passed, where Morsereg was trained by the malicious vampire, whose name was Dwar. He was an old vampire, having been brought into death over three hundred years earlier. The normal gifts of vampirism had passed onto Morsereg, as well as an attuned sense of hearing and an ability to charm weak-minded mortals, inherited from his sire. Yet the eight months had been too much for Morsereg, who had never lived under the orders of anyone. In the night, he thrust a wooden stake through Dwar's heart as he began to rest in his coffin. With the lid open, he tossed the coffin into the streets. By noon the next day, it was a grand flame in the center of the street.

The following night, Morsereg went to track down his family. He found Juu and Era Dindaedel enjoying a meal, now in very old age and both very sickly. They embraced him as he stepped from the shadows, in awe that their son had survived all these years. Without a word, his nails grasped his fathers face and shredded skin from it. His wails of agony were heard by no one who would have cared. Juu stumbled to the ground and was left to bleed to death as Morsereg had his fun with Era. He thrust her into the side of a building, then into another. He beat her mercilessly, breaking arms and ribs alike. He had her pinned against a wall, hands at her throat. "Are you dead yet?" were the last words she heard before he ripped her throat out with his nails. Taking from them a small dagger, he removed both of their heads, smuggling them back into his home. They decorated the ground just below the sword he had gotten forged to fend off the assasination attempt.

From then on, he lived as if he had never died, continuing to live amongst the nobles. No one ever connected the deaths to him, even when a few of the nobles wives who had gotten close to him "dissapeared." It wasn't long before he was discovered by Belatucadrus. For hours into the night the two discussed, and boundaries were laid down. Morsereg understands that if he is to create another vampire he will be destroyed without another thought. He follows the boundaries laid down so as to survive, and avoids too much contact with Bela.