The Blood Mage
The Progeny
| Name | Vinzent Noel |
| Nickname | The Blood Mage, Asshole |
| Species | Human? |
| Ability | Blood Magic |
| Age | 40's |
| Height | 6'1 |
| Sexuality | Agressively Straight |
| Birthday | Sept 18'th |
| Theme | Here |
Long ago, before the borders were formed, a long-forgotten clan of people proficient in blood magic existed in the mountainous area that has since been lost to time. It was there that users harnessed control over their own vitae to perform powerful magics and keep peace in their homes from the beasts of the world. However, at some point, it was discovered that killing another wielder of blood magic and taking their blood would increase the powers of the murderer proportionately to their abilities. Once this information leaked, greed took over, and the clan nearly died. Elders took control of the situation and buried the knowledge in ancient tomes to prevent those who might misuse it, only allowing the leader of the village to know of its existence and, for a time, the village knew peace.
Vinzent was born to this clan as the leader's child. Quickly he became wildly proficient in his blood magic abilities. That, combined with his thirst for knowledge led him to seek out all forms of information, written or otherwise. Upon finding out about the tomes he was quick to sneak his way in at night to read them over, and once finding out about the ways he could obtain more power.. was when he began to experiment.
One by one he found ways to charm people into his traps, locking them away to test the limits of their powers and his own before killing them for their power. Tossing them out into the wilds, their deaths were determined to be from the monsters outside. But this method proved too slow and he decided he needed more power quickly. The strongest wielder was his father. If he obtained his power he believed nothing could stand in his way, but he also believed such a feat would be near impossible. Devising a plan to weaken the man he only saw one option, destroy him mentally with grief. First came his brother, shortly followed by their mother. When the leader was brought to them by his own son, grief overtook him and that was when the corrupt young mage struck.
Power flowed through him at that point and come night he methodically went from home to home, slaughtering all the members of the village to obtain their power for himself. By dawn, he slept peacefully, amongst a village of corpses. Once he woke he waited for any members who had left to return, only to end their life. Upon the second day, he left, letting nature reclaim the village. From there, he blended himself into society in a city. There he remained for many decades until people began to question his youthful appearance. It was then he moved north and repeated this until he was able to settle in a new home without questions of his age by forging the births of his own 'sons'.
With the amassed fortunes of living for centuries, he invested heavily into businesses and the like, seeing to it that he secured himself a place of noble worth. Currently, this is where he lives, on his 'third' life.
Though in more modern times, he has come to find himself with a massive corporation that helps to slake his twisted form of curiosity. Just hope you don't catch his eye for too long.
Vinzent was born to this clan as the leader's child. Quickly he became wildly proficient in his blood magic abilities. That, combined with his thirst for knowledge led him to seek out all forms of information, written or otherwise. Upon finding out about the tomes he was quick to sneak his way in at night to read them over, and once finding out about the ways he could obtain more power.. was when he began to experiment.
One by one he found ways to charm people into his traps, locking them away to test the limits of their powers and his own before killing them for their power. Tossing them out into the wilds, their deaths were determined to be from the monsters outside. But this method proved too slow and he decided he needed more power quickly. The strongest wielder was his father. If he obtained his power he believed nothing could stand in his way, but he also believed such a feat would be near impossible. Devising a plan to weaken the man he only saw one option, destroy him mentally with grief. First came his brother, shortly followed by their mother. When the leader was brought to them by his own son, grief overtook him and that was when the corrupt young mage struck.
Power flowed through him at that point and come night he methodically went from home to home, slaughtering all the members of the village to obtain their power for himself. By dawn, he slept peacefully, amongst a village of corpses. Once he woke he waited for any members who had left to return, only to end their life. Upon the second day, he left, letting nature reclaim the village. From there, he blended himself into society in a city. There he remained for many decades until people began to question his youthful appearance. It was then he moved north and repeated this until he was able to settle in a new home without questions of his age by forging the births of his own 'sons'.
With the amassed fortunes of living for centuries, he invested heavily into businesses and the like, seeing to it that he secured himself a place of noble worth. Currently, this is where he lives, on his 'third' life.
Though in more modern times, he has come to find himself with a massive corporation that helps to slake his twisted form of curiosity. Just hope you don't catch his eye for too long.