Post by Elek on Aug 12, 2010 14:37:02 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
GODRIC
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
2144 years, but I look about 15
What exactly are you?
I am a True Vampire
So are you a man or a woman?
I am a boy, and a man.
How do you swing?
I am gay.
When should we put the candles on the cake?
I do not know.
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
I am 5’8”
How much do you weigh?
I weigh about 165 lbs
Who do you look like?
Allen Hyde
So, what are you wearing?
I wear lose fitting clothing of undyed, natural lightweight material; usually made of hemp or cotton. I wear tunic style shirts and soft loose pants. I wear shoes that slip on and off easily.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
No, I do not.
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
I have many progenies but mostly, I belong to Eric Northman, and he belongs to me.
Where to you live?
Houston, Texas
Are you in school?
Goodness no.
Tell me about your history.:
My name is Godric. I am one of the oldest living true vampires. I was born approximately 134 B.C. I am from the Barbarian age of the Roman Empire. My native language is technically an ancient Germanic form of Anglo-Saxon that has fallen from normal dialect in Europe. I was born into slavery, and suffered much cruelty at the hands of the human race.
At the age of 15, I was turned into a vampire. The identity of my maker and our relationship together is none of your business. After being turned, I sought to avenge myself upon humanity, and went on a killing spree. Hundreds of years later, I traveled north to Scandinavia, where I lived in the wilderness as a savage, killing and feeding on whatever humans crossed my path.
One evening I caught a very strange scent. It was not human and it did not smell like any vampire I had ever encountered. I followed the scent through the wilderness. I stopped at the edge of the forest where I spied a village. The smell of death was all around. Then I saw him, I only caught a glimpse. But I will remember the image in my mind for eternity. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He was a giant of a man. His pale skin shown against the moonlight; he stood proud and tall like a prized stallion and his eyes glowed the most perfect shade of gold. He was clad only in leather breeches. No shirt, now shoes, his rich brown hair was cropped just above his ears. My mind took my body places I never thought I would go at the vision of this godly man. But it did not last long because he had paused for only a fleeting moment before he suddenly disappeared. I tried to follow but alas, I lost his trail in the pounding rain and he was so much faster than I was. Was he real? Had he been a hallucination brought on by my hunger? If he was real, there was something about this village that drew him, so I returned, night after night, hoping to catch another glimpse.
I was never to see him again but I developed an obsession at the very moment for the Scandinavian men I was hunting. I had to have them. My appetite was insatiable and I drained them after having my way with them. I used my glamour to make them into willing bed partners before making them my next meal. Then I saw them. The princes. The twin gods. Not as beautiful as the one I had seen before but beautiful none-the-less. I vowed that I would have them. However, I would not get my way in this endeavor as there was a terrible illness in this village and one night they were inevitably attacked by rivals. I saw one of my princes fall, his wife falling on top of him. The other charged out onto the battlefield in a fit of rage. I could not save the one but I had to save the other. I killed my way through the battling Vikings, it did not matter which side they were on, only that they were not my Viking. I paused when I saw the ferocity he fought with. His graceful fluid motions as his sword sliced through flesh like butter. Then just before the end of the battle, I saw him fall. “NO!” I screamed. I killed every last man that was still standing as I ran to him. Finally, I reached him. I killed the last few men who were standing around him. He had taken a terrible wound. I went to him.
“Are you death?” he asked me.
“I am.” I told him, looking him in the eye.
“But you are just a little boy” he looked confused.
“I am not.” I laughed.
“My men.” His concern for his men was touching.
“Dead.” I informed him.
“You swine.” Even gravely wounded he had the courage to challenge me.
“I watched you on the battlefield tonight. I never saw anyone fight like you.” I said with wonder. My thoughts when back to the god I saw not long ago and I wondered what it would have looked like, had he held the swords. I quickly turned my attention back to my prince.
“I would fight you now if I could.” My prince was so brave.
“I know. It’s beautiful.” I smiled down on him.
“What are you waiting for? Kill me.” It was not a plea. It was a command. It only served to enforce my desire to have him as my companion.
“Could you be a companion of Death? Could you walk with me through the world, through the dark? I’ll teach you all I know. I’ll be your father, your brother, your child.” My offer was true.
“What’s in it for me?” Ah, a true Viking, even at the moment of his death.
I knew exactly what I had to offer him. “What you love most: Life.”
His thoughtful expression turned to one of resolve. “Life.” He chose well.
At that moment, he became mine. His name was Eric. The Northman. He was powerful and beautiful but he had a lot to learn. We travelled together for centuries until circumstances drew us apart. But he would always me my father, my brother, my child.
As the centuries passed I created other companions and my heart softened. I began to care for the human race. While I do feed on them, I never kill them. In fact, I have many human companions that give their blood to me willingly, even granting me sexual favors. In return I take good care of them. My nest is in Texas, where I am quite comfortable, serving as vampire law in the area. As the centuries passed, I came to believe that the vision of the marble god was just that, he was a vision brought on by my hunger. That is until I saw him again. This time he was wearing an Armani suit, he was groomed to perfection. He had the same perfect marble skin, the same impressive countenance, and the same beautiful gold eyes. I followed him but then something strange happened. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up and he disappeared. This time I not only saw him and smelled him, oh what an intoxicating scent, I felt him. I knew he was real. I put one of my best men to work finding him, finding out who and what he is. He found him and others like him, living secretly on a cattle ranch not 100 miles from where I saw him. I wanted to run there, to demand to know who and what he was. But I did not. I let my man find out that his name is Erik Corinthian, that he is a powerful man and that he and his coven are another species of vampire. A higher, more evolved species. Now the family has moved to Washington for some reason. I have sent my man to watch them. It is all I can do to contain myself, to stay in Texas. I can no longer bare it. I have sent for my Eric to join me. We are going to Washington.
So, what do you like to eat?
Human blood.
What foods make you hurl?
Anything else.
What do you like to do?
Live, love, learn.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I have lived a very long time. In that time I have learned to be patient, kind and understanding. I think things through before acting or speaking.
So, what’s so good about you?
I like to think I am a good man. I am good to my progenies and to my servants.
Do you have any flaws?
There is one man to causes me not to think with my head. I am sometimes too lenient with it comes to laying down the law.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
Not at this time.
Can you do anything cool?
I can fly as most vampires my age can.
Show us your stuff
No, thank you.
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