Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-26288702-20170730143525

Armata:"As you wish my lady. I was born the latest of all my siblings and there for I was in line to rule nothing. As I grew, my parents became concerned of my overwhelming power to manipulate blood. So much so, that they secretly decided to kill me. As I slept in my coffin, my own brother threw open the lid and put a dagger in my chest, missing my heart by centimeters. That stupid fool never did take his time and aim. So I slit his throat with my own hand."

He holds up his right hand to show which he used. With the same hand he picks up the wine, swirling the glass as he smells it's contents.

Armata:"I then drank his blood to heal my wounds, but what came next, determined a certain fate of your world, Lady Grey. Having killed my brother to survive, my parents happily used it to their advantage. They put me on trail before the council of most powerful Vampire houses in our world. House Drakon, House Umbra and House De'Sange. I was convicted immediately and branded 'Anathema' to my people. A Vampire who not only killed his own kind, but his sibling as well. For one thousand years I rotted in a cell, tortured constantly. I was whipped, cut, stabbed, put to the sun and had lesser Vampires feed on me."

He pauses to sip the wine.

Armata:"But the fucking fools never bothered to keep my powers in check. I experimented constantly with my own blood on the floor and walls, manipulating it till I had mastery over it. Then I decided I'd had enough. During a torture session I manipulated my blood down the tortuter's throat and ate him from the inside out. Then I fed on him, then the guards, then the servants, then my siblings, then my mother and lastly my father. They all begged. That's the real tragedy of it all. I was born of such cowards. Scorned by the other houses I fled my world and arrived here."