The Moon is Beautiful Tonight, Isn't it?
Full Name: Liam Vayne.
Birth Name: Augustine.
Species: Vampire.
Age: Older than you think. (Turned at 27)
Gender: Male. He/ Him.
Eyes: Lavender.
Hair: Shoulder length, unkempt. Blond.
Height: 193cm/6'4
Physique: Muscular. Fit.Scars: Cuts and bruises all over his body. Very faded slashing marks on his back. Proof of whipping.
Tattoos: Only one, on the left side of his chest, but he never talks about it. A black crescent wrapped in crimson red thorny vines.Accessories: Black plain ring on his index finger.
Attire: When he's not in his hospital scrubs, it's usually sweatpants and t-shirts or long-sleeves, always topped with a hoodie.Occupation: In the medical field as a passionate yet very lazy cardiologist.
Kin:The Nocturne clan is an ancient group of vampires who have long embraced secrecy and detachment. Unlike other clans that seek power or influence, Nocturne members avoid politics and care little for the affairs of others. Each member is left to their own devices, as long as they do not endanger the clan’s existence.Ferdinand is the eldest and leader of the Nocturne clan. He maintains order within the clan but does not dictate how individuals should live. His leadership is more about ensuring their continued existence rather than enforcing rules.From a lone mercenary to the Nocturne's Shadow guard.
Liam is a solitary figure among them. He has no interest in clan affairs but remains part of Nocturne thanks to his strength and close relationship with Ferdinand.Family:He calls them "grandparents" out of respect and love. During a time when he was shunned by everyone, they found him and took him in. Elliot and Brigitte Vayne then became his mentors and taught him everything he knows about medicine, before he went on and expanded his knowledge on his own. Despite being older than them, they were richer in experience and wiser. Their love to one another was envious, but their love for Liam grew deeper as the times went and they saw him as their "grandson". They named him Liam Vayne. Seeing his desperation and devastation for them to stay alive, they reluctantly accepted being turned to vampires...but being immortal has its perks too. Now they live a solitary life away from the world.
"Through Tainted Glass I See The Crimson Moon..."
Muse:Personality:
A true introvert.
He's a gentle and calm soul, with a very playful side. Having lived for many years, he's almost seen it all, so very little fazes him. He can also be quite reckless, as he doesn't recognize danger the way others do. So whether he comes off as endearing or irritating, it's very unlikely he'd notice.
He rarely shows strong emotions like anger, except when he can't control his hunger or when something from his past stirs him, though that's uncommon because he usually keeps himself in check.
He tends to not form attachments easily. While he is loyal, he doesn’t trust people and often doesn't care much about others. It takes effort to catch his attention, but once someone is close to him, he becomes very protective of them.Interests:
✗ Antique collector. He owns a collection that dates back to the medieval ages and maybe even longer. His most prized and precious possessions.
✗ Gardening. His grandparents own a huge garden and he loves caring for it.
✗ He has a weird habit of watching humans. He barely remembers people's faces but he finds it soothing to watch them walking around doing their little human activities.Likes:
Wine, reading, warm temperatures/body heat.Dislikes:
Crowded places, loudness of any kind, too much work/ being busy, garlic.
"...A crimson moon that reflects cursed yearning"
Skills/Abilities:✗ Enhanced senses, speed and strength.✗ Even though he's highly sensitive to the sun, it doesn't kill him.✗ He's acquired magickal properties over the years. Being a vampire opened his eyes to a whole new world beyond humanity's eyes. So he learned some stuff. Mainly spellcasting, if there's proper instructions. However, he's not very efficient as he rarely uses those powers.✗ He owns a sword imbued with the blessing of water. (This is the one he's most proud of, as it took him over two decades to bless the sword and even more years to connect with it and learn how to use it properly).✗ Shape-shifting abilities. This extends to shifting to a shadow figure of a wolf, with jet black fur and crimson eyes. Barely tangible, but extremely useful to move around. Admittedly, his wolf form is much stronger and more vicious but he keeps it under wraps for extreme cases.✗ When extracted, his blood can be used to heal wounds, poison and less severe cases of certain illnesses. When extracted by force, however, it can turn into a lethal poison that causes madness and inevitable death.✗ In the case of feeding on a human directly, he would inject them with a sedative to numb the pain and keep them relaxed. The effect of said sedative can vary in effect. While it can be used to only control the pain, it can also render someone unconscious
Mature/Heavy Themes Ahead (18+):
Blood || Death || Gore || Swearing || Mentions of graphic content: inflicted SA, torture, heavy violence || Mentions of mental health
"Thoughts scattered like shattered glass as I pen down the mausoleum of days past"
Liam leaned back in his chair, empty parchments laid out before him on the table. He watched raindrops streak down the glass window, the steady rhythm broken only by the occasional gust of wind. Nearby, a single candle flickered, casting a dim glow across the dark room, barely keeping away the chill. The vampire let a familiar hum escape his lips as he dipped the quill into the ink."His memory travels back to the first time he ever felt pain. Being the youngest, he ended up as collateral for his parents debt. After that, pain was just a daily occurrence for him, sold around to the highest bidders. He was highly sought after whether for his beauty and strength. Whether to do the work no one else wanted or to satisfy their sick desires and lustful needs.Then, his memory shifts back to the first time he ever felt love. Love manifested itself in the form of an angelic presence named Lilly. She treated him with a kindness, foreign to him, until she appeared. And like a beautiful rose surrounded by endless thorns, she was a cherished daughter, coming from a prestigious family with a fiancé who would never tolerate someone like him. He was but a servant, yet time with her dulled his pain, making him long for more—a forbidden yearning.That's when he thinks back to the first time he felt heartbreak. The woman he loved ran into his arms, confessing her undying desire for him, he was powerless to her words. Without thinking of the consequences, he kissed her and allowed her to accept him. He was unaware that her fiancé had seen them in the act, an event that ultimately brought his reckless and brief happiness to an end.And yet nothing compares to the sweet taste of death. That's when everything changed. He was beaten half to death, thrown like trash to be devoured by forest beasts. In his last moments of consciousness, as rain washed away his limp body, he saw a figure of a man approaching him. The pain of fangs digging into his neck was like no other pain he felt in his life. In the end, as the dark angel extended his icy cold hand towards him, he reached out and took it.
His master, Theodore, was the god he worshipped above all else. No desire or command was left unfulfilled, his every action was devoted to Theodore's will. His happiness was a mere reflection of his master's and nothing in the world could compare to the bliss he felt when witnessing Theodore's satisfaction. Nothing compared to the rare and precious praise he earned for doing right by his master's desires.Never had he questioned his orders, or the reasons behind them. After all, how can the one who saved him and vowed to care for him have any semblance of evil in him?One night, he watched him drag back a battered up creature. Just by looking at him, he could tell he was a newly turned vampire. The orders were to "discipline" him. That's the word Theodore used.He remembers the time he was turned, the hunger he felt was painful. Enough to drive anyone to madness. Thankfully, he had his master with him at that time. He was his first time, that sweet taste of blood satiated his painful hunger. Yet it seems this fledgling did not have the same privilege. He'd watch over him for nights on end, as he writhed in pain, wondering what he did to reach this point. Every now and then, the so called "discipline" came in the form of even more pain. This was the first time he ever questioned his master, as he saw a completely different side to him. Perhaps this pushed him to go against his orders and care for the tortured vampire. He'd feed him and clean him. He took care of him long enough to stand on his feet again. Long enough for him to grow a certain fondness to him, they found solice in each other's presence.And what a mistake that was...If he didn't grow to love him, if he didn't take care of him, then maybe he would've not stumbled on his lifeless body, separated from its head in an open cell. Almost as if it was left there solely for him to find. His master was no fool, and he was no different from all those monsters before him.He was dragged to a familiar house, the one where his first beloved resided with her husband and child. Theodore knew how to hurt him. The deal was that they offer up their child as sacrifice for wealth and power. Humans were simple and greedy creatures, give them what they want and they'd grovel at your feel. That's what he'd hoped. So while the husband agreed, Lilly fought tooth and nail for her son not to be taken away. A fight that resulted in her ultimate death. Amidst the cries and the screams, his only goal was to save her. But hers was to save her son. With her final breath, held to his arm with bloody hands and begged him to not let her son become a victim. He couldn't even hold her one last time before he was dragged away once again.Shattered...Hurt..Wrathful...No one was as close to Theodore as he was. Being by his side all this time was enough to teach him what he needed to know to kill him...Well, the details are irrelevant...But by the end of it, Theodore was laying on his bed to never wake up again.By the end of this tragic and long persistently long story, he killed the husband and left him in the forest to be devoured by beasts, he left Lilly's son at his grandparents doorsteps and went back to his master's. He laid beside him and cried for days on end.
When you think of a vampire, what image runs through your mind? A beautiful creature, that endulges in a lavish life of eternal pleasantries and lust. Or a monster that hides in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to lure its prey to the bloody embrace of death?Sixty years have passed since the death of his beloved master. An old man laid on his deathbed surrounded by loved ones. He turned to the window, locking eyes with crimson hues of a hooded figure atop a swaying tree. With one final smile of apology and gratitude, he took his last breath and moved on to be with his mother, Lilly.Time passed. Years, decades...Who keeps count at this point...Augustine was his name. A lone vampire that wanders around with no home.He learned about his master in death more than he could ever when he was alive. Crazed with power, Theodore sought to rule over all vampires, and when his plan backfired, he was exiled. He was stripped of his right to turn anyone to a creature of the night, and any sort of influence he had as an elder, but Augustine was proof Theodore did not abide by those rules.The abandoned vampire was never acknowledged by his own people and did not have a place in their society. It didn't help that he never showed respect to the hierarchy set in place. As a result, it's easy to guess how other vampires treated him. Even the newly turned never saw him worthy of respect, despite being older and much stronger. Yet he never fought back.When asked about the reason, he answered with "I can't be bothered" those words were directed to the human elderly couple that found him, one day, tossed in an alley half conscious and unable to stand. The husband was a doctor, so his first instinct was to treat his wound. With a skin as cold as ice, he could barely keep his hand on Augustine for long. Not that he needed to. By the time they were at the elderly couple's house, he barely had any injuries left. Both were left speechless. "Vampire" He stated before either of them links it to some sort of divine miracle. They would've not believed him if they hadn't witnessed the proof with their very eyes.Following those events, they took him in and let him live under their wing as his caretakers, accepting him despite learning of his true origin as a vampire. They were the first and only people he's ever turned to vampire. Slowly, the old couple helped him learn to see the world in a different light. He changed his name to Liam Vayne, "their grandson". From a jaded bloodsucking monster that lost all faith in the gods, vampires and humans alike. He gradually started learning to have interests and look up at the sky and admire the moon. He integrated into human society by learning medicine and becoming a cardiologist. That's when he started seeing how humans lived. With arrogance, love and ambitions. He admired how this tarnished and imperfect world had changed."
Last Page:"Theodore, his master, had ventured into forbidden arts, unearthing relics and secrets long buried by forgotten gods and ancient mages. His ultimate goal was to bind himself to the crimson moon, hoping to gain unparalleled power. Theodore sought to maintain all the strengths of a vampire while getting rid of their vulnerabilities. He aspired to become a god among vampires, to rule them all with absolute control. However, such power came at a devastating cost, since these ancient forces were hidden for a reason, he was in a perpetual state of decay during which he needed to constantly feed on the energy of the blood moon. Blinded by arrogance, he reached too high toward the sun. But was stopped before it was too late.After Theodore’s banishment, he turned Augustine into a vampire. Unaware of his master’s dark ambitions, Augustine eventually killed him. But in doing so, he unknowingly severed Theodore’s bond with the dark magic, causing the spell to backfire which cursed Augustine, leaving a mark on his chest, black crescent moon wrapped in crimson red thorny vines, a permanent sign of his connection to the crimson moon.Now, whenever the blood moon rises, the curse takes its toll. Augustine is consumed by excruciating pain, entirely draining away his strength. The mark on his chest would tighten like thorns, and his eyes burn crimson with an unholy hunger. Yet, in his state, he is too weak to feed. The curse strips him of all his vampire abilities, leaving him vulnerable and helpless until the moon’s influence fades."
"An eternity is not enough to love you"