Venator a commencé ses recherches dans les plaines de l'Eblistan, où il y avait eu de multiples signalements de personnes disparues et de morts violentes du jour au lendemain. Il n'était pas difficile de voir pourquoi les vampires cibleraient les gens qui vivaient dans la région. Ils avaient à peine des abris, encore moins des murs pour les protéger des forces extérieures. Ces gens ont fait de leur mieux pour survivre dans les terres ouvertes et il était sûr que, dans la plupart des cas, ils auraient les connaissances et les compétences nécessaires pour prospérer malgré le manque de luxe; cependant, avec des vampires faisant un terrain de chasse hors de la région, ces gens n'étaient pas plus que du bétail.
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour évaluer la situation au moment où Venator avait recueilli la plupart des informations auprès de ceux qui avaient été touchés. La grande majorité des attaques provenaient du bord le plus au sud des plaines. De là, il était facile de penser que les vampires faisaient un camp près des Ruines de Baalor ou encore plus au sud des Ruines d'Ahya. Venator a décidé de ne pas perdre de temps dans sa chasse et a fait une ligne B pour les ruines, espérant arriver un peu avant le lever du soleil.
Venator a fait son chemin autour de l'arrière de la forteresse autrefois grande où les murs avaient été ravagés à la poussière par les forces de la guerre et un manque de maçons entretien. Il n'y avait aucun moyen que les démons viennent et passent par la porte principale, donc c'était l'endroit le plus probable pour commencer. Il est passé de la construction à la construction le long du bord le plus sud-est de Baalor où les dégâts avaient été les plus importants. Alors qu'il n'y avait pas beaucoup d'endroits habitables laissés, il serait logique pour les vampires de se positionner dans l'endroit le moins évident.
Venator a poussé la porte à la cabane battue et a immédiatement été rencontré avec une forte odeur de sang. Il a dit sous son souffle juste avant de fermer la porte derrière lui et de s'asseoir sous la fenêtre brisée. Ce n'était qu'une question de temps maintenant, avec le soleil à quelques heures de lever le groupe de suceurs de sang serait sans doute sur leur chemin de retour à la maison et il les attendrait. Un couple de minutes de silence passa avant que sa patience ne fût récompensée par la vue de trois figures qui s'approchaient de la même façon qu'il était entré. À l'heure actuelle, ils pouvaient déjà sentir le sang puissant couler dans ses veines, de sorte que Venator se levait calmement à ses pieds et se préparait mentalement à son premier vrai test.
Les trois ont fait leur chemin vers Venator, les plus grands d'entre eux menant les deux autres avec un sourire malicieux sur son visage qui a révélé un ensemble de crocs blancs nacrés. Mère m'a toujours dit de ne pas manger juste avant le lit, mais je pense que je peux faire une exception pour vous après tous les problèmes que vous avez traversés pour me trouver.
Venator était assez satisfait de lui-même à ce stade, mais a réussi à retenir un peu de sourire. - Très confiant et égoïste, parfait. - Il pensait qu'il se lisait lui-même. Les vampires sont des créatures offensantes, ils se déplacent vite et frappent fort, mais leur chair et leurs os sont aussi faciles à écraser que n'importe quel être humain. C'est leur capacité à dominer facilement les adversaires qui se traduit par une attitude aussi coquine. Leurs attaques sont si fortes, que beaucoup d'entre eux n'ont jamais à se défendre. Dans n'importe quelle situation, cette information ferait frapper Venator d'abord avec l'intention d'écraser les défenses des cibles et de l'envoyer rapidement avant qu'il ne puisse réagir. Hélas, avec deux adversaires supplémentaires à traiter, il n'y avait aucun sens d'essayer d'aller sur l'attaque.
Avant qu'il ne puisse faire toute autre évaluation mentale de sa situation, le vampire à gauche s'est éparpillé de derrière le chef et s'est claqué sur lui l'épaule-première, en envoyant Venator s'étaler dans la terre. Il rebondit rapidement sur ses pieds et se tourna pour affronter le vampire qui sprintait déjà pour un autre passage. Le sang a commencé à couler des paumes des mains de Venator et s'est baigné autour de ses pieds dans un cercle parfait. L'action n'a rien fait pour dissuader le démon de son chemin et tout comme il a commencé à fermer quatre pics germés de l'avant de la piscine pour enfants et se déchirer dans le vampire l'empalant dans sa taille, l'estomac, la poitrine et la gorge. Avant qu'il ne puisse essayer de se déchirer libre Venator a répandu le pic dans sa gorge, le décapitant instantanément.
Venator se tourna vers le chef, dont le sourire s'était transformé en un grimace dégoûté, et se mit en mouvement pour qu'il vienne essayer de réussir là où son grognement maintenant décapité avait échoué. Le vampire a griffé les dents ensemble en colère et chargé en avant de son pion restant derrière...
Le soleil venait de commencer à se lever alors que Venator finissait de jeter les vampires démembrés sur une pile de bois dans une petite clairière de la ville ruinée. Il a allumé une flamme sous les grumes et s'est replié pendant que toute la pile prenait feu. Le retrait de la tête d'un vampire était un moyen assez sûr de les envoyer, mais Venator a décidé qu'il ne prendrait aucun risque. Battue et fatiguée de la bagarre, il ne voulait rien de plus que se détendre, alors il s'est couché et a lacéré les doigts derrière la tête.
Name: Venator Elyota
Species: Human of ancient blood (Hemokinetic Human)
Species Description: In the earliest days of men, when magic flowed abundantly throughout the world like a neverending resource, there were a group of humans whose blood contained enormous amounts of magical energy. These people had complete control over the blood within their veins as if it were simply another appendage at their disposal. Additionally, the members of this clan were capable of outliving the average human by thousands of years.
Age: 286 (looks to be in his early 20’s)
Gender: Male
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Hemokinesis- the ability to manipulate blood by sheer force of will. Venator can only manipulate his own blood, not the blood of another. While it is certainly possible, to reach such a level of hemokinetic mastery is so rare that of all the clan members to have lived and died, only around thirty of them ever managed to achieve such a feat.
Additional Clan Traits- Capable of living for thousands of years. Minor-moderate flesh wounds can be healed very quickly (ex. exit wounds for his blood, shallow cuts, etc...)
Protective Pendant- A necklace his father used to own. The necklace is a simple silver chain with a red pendant in the shape of a blood drop. On the back of the pendant there is a latin inscription that reads “May this single drop protect you from those who would steer you from your path”. The amulet prevents Venator from being easily seduced by sirens or succubae.
Ancient Blood- While the magically saturated blood coursing through his veins is the source of his power, it is also the reason why his people were so easy to hunt down. A vampire can easily detect the scent of this blood from up to 200 yards away. If more than a few vampires catch a whiff at once, it could mean his death.

Personality: In the grand scope of things Venator is quite a kind and caring individual; however, he refuses to create lasting relationships with other humans because he understands that he will certainly outlive anyone he grows to care deeply for. Venator tends to keep to himself and will usually not speak unless spoken to. Despite having many years of wisdom under his belt, Venator still has many years ahead of him and understands that simply enjoying life is incredibly rewarding. This insight has resulted in him keeping the same lively and cheerful attitude that he had as kid. Venator has always had a soft spot for young children and, back when he still lived within the town, would often ignore his daily plans just for the sake of running around carefree with the kids in the neighborhood. It has been a long time since those days, but his centuries of seclusion and study have taken nothing away from his youthful spirit. Alas Venator’s life is not all smiles and peace, for the driving force behind his goal is pure hatred and revenge.
Bio: Almost three centuries ago Venator was born to Aldus and Elisabeth Elyota in a very small town outside the Citadel of Eblistan. Venator was the last born child of a dying breed. His father, having left his old life behind to settle down peacefully with the human he fell in love with, was the only surviving member of his ancient clan. The bloodline of his people is deeply intertwined with the powerful magics of the old world, blessing all members and their descendants with Hemokinesis and unnaturally long life. The early generations of his people were often referred to as “blood mages” and the majority existed peacefully among normal men. However, as time passed corrupt beings caught wind of their existence.
These men turned monsters were known as vampires and sought out the fresh blood of men wherever they went. To a vampire the ancient and magical blood of a hemokinetic human was like a rare wine of insurmountable value. His people were soon hunted like animals and with most of his kin never having need for their powers; they were too weak and unprepared to defend against such evil. It was not long until just a handful remained. It was then that Aldus fled his homeland in search of a place far away from the predators. He eventually found his way to the land of Eblistan and started anew by sealing away all remnants of his old life behind lock and key.
Venator’s mother died from complications of his birth, but his father never blamed him for that. Instead Aldus did his best to be a cheerful and caring father despite the millennia of sad events that haunted his memories…but it was only a matter of time.
An evil with nothing to stand against it will only continue to grow and it was not long before the bloodsucking creatures found their way into every part of the world. When Aldus discovered that vampires had begun to feed within the town he acted quickly to save his son. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before they weeded him out, he decided to run. Aldus took Venator to the home of their family friends late one night and handed them a letter and key instructing them to give both to Venator on his 18th birthday as he would not be coming back.
Venator missed his father greatly, but was not unhappy living with the neighbors. They were a gentle old couple with children of their own who had long since left the nest. Venator became the helping hands of the household, constantly doing chores to make their lives easier. In return they raised him as one of their own. When Venator’s 18th birthday rolled around they did as they were instructed and gave Venator the letter and key.
Seconds after reading the note Venator ran off to his old home among the outskirts of the little town. Once he got there he headed straight for his fathers room. After pushing an old oak dresser from the wall he revealed a keyhole sitting dead center in the wood. Turning the key took quite a bit of effort, but the mechanism performed as intended and the wall dropped down a few inches before it slowly slid to the right. Behind was a large room that had clearly not been touched in ages.
The study was covered from wall to wall in bookshelves that were completely filled. Venator did not know at the time, but this personal library contained every piece of his kin’s history in many different languages. There were letters, journals, diaries, and every possible type of historical text packed into the shelves. In the center of the room there was a small round table with a necklace and a tiny piece of parchment on top. Venator walked over to the table and looked down at the paper, which had one line of text written on it:
Read them, all of them. Do not worry, you will have the time. ---Your Father, Aldus
It was on that day that Venator began preparing for the goal his father had set before him. He would strive to become stronger than any before him and turn the hunted into the hunter.
Present day: Venator has decided to begin hunting the very beasts that wiped his people from existence. He made one last entry in his journal before placing it on one of the bookshelves with whatever else remained of his clans written history. Venator left the room and sealed the door back the way it had been the day he first discovered the library. He walked outside and shut the door behind him, never intending to return.
“They thrive for my blood, so I shall give it to them”- The last line in the journal of Venator Elyota
Other: His father named him Venator because it is the latin word for Hunter