Après une courte sieste au soleil, Venator décida qu'il avait procrastiné sa prochaine action assez longtemps et s'éleva lentement jusqu'à ses pieds. Il s'est retourné et a marché vers le petit bâtiment, juste au bord de la clairière, que les vampires avaient utilisé pour s'abriter. Il a poussé à contrecœur la porte et a fait son chemin à l'intérieur.
Les vampires, alors que les chasseurs de la nuit, peuvent être paresseux comme n'importe qui d'autre quand il s'agit de trouver de la nourriture. Souvent, ils volaient les faibles et les jeunes afin de les stocker pour une utilisation continue dans les temps où aller à la chasse est tout simplement trop. Allongés sur le sol devant Venator, ils étaient trois victimes, enchaînés au mur où ils étaient nourris jusqu'à ce qu'ils meurent de faim, de perte de sang ou de déshydratation. Les deux premiers étaient des garçons dans leurs premières années d'adolescence, clairement jumelles comme elles étaient habillées dans des tenues assorties et même stylées leurs cheveux dans un miroir. La troisième était une petite fille pas plus de huit dans une robe florale jaune vif avec des cheveux aussi jaunes que le soleil.
Les enfants ont rappelé à Venator les enfants de la ville avec lesquels il a grandi, toujours plein d'énergie et à la recherche de nouveaux jeux à jouer ou d'aventures pour commencer. Il a imaginé les jumeaux comme une paire de farceurs intelligents toujours dehors pour commencer des problèmes humoristiques pour les amis et la famille et la jeune fille comme le type à passer d'innombrables heures à admirer les champs de fleurs portant suffisamment de couleurs pour contester avec la beauté d'un arc-en-ciel.
La tristesse a submergé Venator comme il a joué à travers des personnalités possibles dans son esprit. Savoir qu'ils n'arriveraient jamais à profiter de la vie comme tant d'autres l'avaient avant eux, coupés par des monstres vicieux avant même qu'ils puissent grandir. La pensée l'a rendu malade et sa douleur s'est rapidement transformée en rage. Venator a crié en colère alors qu'il s'est emparé de flux de sang, détruisant tout ce que les vampires possédaient dans la petite cabane.
La vue de tout ce qui est dans la pièce brisée et couverte de sang a ramené Venator à ses sens et a réduit son agression. Il a absorbé tout ce qu'il avait utilisé pour détruire l'endroit et a marché de nouveau sur le coin de la pièce où les trois petits corps ont déposé. Il brisa les chaînes avec un éclair rapide de rouge et se mit à sortir les enfants du misérable trou de l'enfer où ils rencontrèrent leurs extrémités prématurées. Il les a reposés côte à côte sur le sol dans la clairière et est allé à la recherche d'une pelle ou d'une pelle pour creuser leurs tombes.
Il est revenu peu de temps après en avoir trouvé un près d'un tas de décombres dans les ruines, probablement utilisé dans une tentative de creuser quelqu'un libre de débris. Venator est allé travailler rapidement, en creusant dans la terre sèche fissurée afin de donner aux enfants les sépultures appropriées. Peu de temps après le creusement, il a commencé à sentir une humidité sur son visage, il a regardé vers le haut s'attendre à voir de petites gouttes de pluie et a été rencontré avec un ciel clair. Alors qu'il regardait en arrière et commençait à creuser une fois de plus, les larmes tombaient de son visage quelques - unes à la fois et laissaient devant lui de petites taches ombragées dans la terre sèche. Peu importe comment il a essayé, il ne pouvait pas prendre son esprit aux enfants pauvres et aux démons qui ont volé leur vie. Les pensées qui ont inondé sa tête n'ont fait qu'alimenter son désir d'assassiner les bâtards qui sucent le sang dans les bâtards. Il ne voulait rien de plus que de leur apporter la souffrance et la litière du monde avec leurs morts.
Les trous n'ont pris qu'une demi-heure pour creuser car ils étaient courts et peu profonds, mais les tombes de taille étrange étaient parfaites pour leurs habitants peu nombreux. Il les mit tous soigneusement dans la terre et les couvrit un par un jusqu'à ce que tous ceux qui se trouvaient devant lui soient de petits monticules de terre non marquée.
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