Post by RICKARD MAGNUSSEN on Dec 11, 2013 17:37:24 GMT
Rickard Magnussen
Vampire
Vampire
Rickard was born in Norway, up in the northern reaches, just inside the Arctic Circle. He had a relatively happy childhood, and was lucky enough to be born into a very wealthy, pureblood family, who even have ties to the royal family, House of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg. Growing up, Rickard wanted for nothing, and enjoyed home-schooling from instructors and tutors that his father paid for. They were highly skilled in the arts of magic and worked Rickard hard from the age of 7, much earlier than most magical children start to learn magic. At the age of 17, Rickard was not as highly proficient in magic as he, or indeed his family would have expected, and he was shut away. His father had always been a demanding, even hostile parent, and when his mother attempted to intervene, she was silenced with but a stare.
For several months, Rickard was only allowed to leave the house for a couple of hours each day, and only to roam the vast estate owned by the Magnussen's. Eventually, Rickard attempted to leave the estate in the dead of night and - to his surprise - he was successful. Roaming through the forests and vast, white spaces of Northern Scandanavia, Rickard happened upon a group of people his own age in the dead of night. Fearing what they may be doing at such a time in a place so far from civilisation, Rickard attempted to give them a wide berth, but they caught him.
Suddenly, Rickard was tied to a tree with several, early-twenties males starting at him with hungry, blackened eyes. Rickard attempted to scream for help, but found his mouth gagged. Through the fear, Rickard could hear them only slightly, but he could still make out the works "food" and "bite", which did nothing to stem his fear. Suddenly, one of the larger ones moved to within a few inches of his neck, and suddenly bit down. Pain, was all Rickard felt, as he writhed and screamed like his lungs were on fire. A cold, coursing feeling went through his body, long after they had left him there, limp in the ropes. Several days must have passed before Rickard gained consciousness, and then he felt it - nothing.
When he ripped the ropes off his body as easily as getting undressed, Rickard knew something was wrong. His eyesight was much better than it was before the incident, and he could hear animals all around in the forest clearing. His skin, as he held up a shaking hand, was pale as moonlight and as he ran - much quicker than before - towards a pond, he saw in his reflection that his eyes - before a pale blue - were now black as night. Slumping on the ground, he passed out from the shock, and the unbearable pain he was enduring in the morning light from the gaps in the trees. When he woke, he had no memory of collapsing, but all he knew was that he felt no cold from the mountain of snow that had accumulated on his unconscious body. Shaking it off, he started walking, and didn't stop.
This was in 1943, when he was 23 years old. Born in 1920, Rickard was in a wealthy family and had a guaranteed income and job when he graduated from school, but from that one moment a vampire decided to bite him, his life was turned upside down. He could not return home, as his parents would disown him - or worse, kill him, and nobody he knew or ever knew would take him in, as vampires were regarded as one of the darkest, most evil creatures in the world. Needing little sleep and not as much food, he set off in his own way, occasionally stopping off for a human snack on the way. The years matured Rickard substantially, and he continued his learning throughout his life. Now, in 2030, he is 110 years old, but still has the face of when he was bitten. His eyes tell a different story, however, and his vampire viciousness is there for anyone that gets in his way. He is a cold, calculating individual, and will not hesitate to kill if need be. The boy the vampire replaced is gone.
For several months, Rickard was only allowed to leave the house for a couple of hours each day, and only to roam the vast estate owned by the Magnussen's. Eventually, Rickard attempted to leave the estate in the dead of night and - to his surprise - he was successful. Roaming through the forests and vast, white spaces of Northern Scandanavia, Rickard happened upon a group of people his own age in the dead of night. Fearing what they may be doing at such a time in a place so far from civilisation, Rickard attempted to give them a wide berth, but they caught him.
Suddenly, Rickard was tied to a tree with several, early-twenties males starting at him with hungry, blackened eyes. Rickard attempted to scream for help, but found his mouth gagged. Through the fear, Rickard could hear them only slightly, but he could still make out the works "food" and "bite", which did nothing to stem his fear. Suddenly, one of the larger ones moved to within a few inches of his neck, and suddenly bit down. Pain, was all Rickard felt, as he writhed and screamed like his lungs were on fire. A cold, coursing feeling went through his body, long after they had left him there, limp in the ropes. Several days must have passed before Rickard gained consciousness, and then he felt it - nothing.
When he ripped the ropes off his body as easily as getting undressed, Rickard knew something was wrong. His eyesight was much better than it was before the incident, and he could hear animals all around in the forest clearing. His skin, as he held up a shaking hand, was pale as moonlight and as he ran - much quicker than before - towards a pond, he saw in his reflection that his eyes - before a pale blue - were now black as night. Slumping on the ground, he passed out from the shock, and the unbearable pain he was enduring in the morning light from the gaps in the trees. When he woke, he had no memory of collapsing, but all he knew was that he felt no cold from the mountain of snow that had accumulated on his unconscious body. Shaking it off, he started walking, and didn't stop.
This was in 1943, when he was 23 years old. Born in 1920, Rickard was in a wealthy family and had a guaranteed income and job when he graduated from school, but from that one moment a vampire decided to bite him, his life was turned upside down. He could not return home, as his parents would disown him - or worse, kill him, and nobody he knew or ever knew would take him in, as vampires were regarded as one of the darkest, most evil creatures in the world. Needing little sleep and not as much food, he set off in his own way, occasionally stopping off for a human snack on the way. The years matured Rickard substantially, and he continued his learning throughout his life. Now, in 2030, he is 110 years old, but still has the face of when he was bitten. His eyes tell a different story, however, and his vampire viciousness is there for anyone that gets in his way. He is a cold, calculating individual, and will not hesitate to kill if need be. The boy the vampire replaced is gone.
