Vampire and Lord of Dreams
Mabon Darkfall's existence extends back to
a time when all things were still possible and the presence of faerie folk
or strange creatures was accepted without pause. The small village which
was his home worshipped the cycles of the moon, and the hand of the Goddess
was felt upon each of them. The women of this land were learned in the
skills of healing and warring; their roles were equal to the men who stood
beside them, and the land flourished from their attentions. His mother
was skilled in the ways of the warrior, and he often watched her practise
her skills in the field during those days when peace found them. Looking
out over the land, he knew that he had been conceived amid the rows of
the dark earth: that his mother, as Priestess to the Goddess, had taken
the offering of the Dark God, his father ... and so it had been.
||As Mabon grew, he learned all he could of their ways
and beliefs. Each revelation touched his heart and brought him ever closer
to his own personal belief. He studied the plants and roots and learned
of their healing properties ... he watched the movements of the animals
in the forest and knew of their trials ... he studied the sky and night
and noted the changes in the wheel which rose each evening overhead ...
he watched the people of his village and saw their joys and sorrows swell
and subside as their lives moved along ...
In his youth, Darkfall was approached by the
wise woman of his village. When asked of his vision for his own future,
he spoke without hesitation: "Learning that which I may and ever serving
the Goddess as she sees fit." As the old woman turned to go, she glanced
toward his mother with a smile and nod, her final words being, "As it should
be." The remaining days of his youth were spent amid the younger children,
learning of them and sharing his knowledge with them. His patience and
soothing manner were well spoken of, and his talents appreciated by many
within his village.
||As the cycle of the moon turned from the harvest and
toward the Darkness of the Season, Darkfall was presented with a gift -
that of service to the Goddess. His acceptance of this offering was immediate
and without thought as to the outcome of his decision. At the appointed
time, he was initiated into the mysteries of the Goddess and assumed his
role alongside her as the Dark God. His love of her was total and unwavering
as he embraced the death of his mortal life and awoke to the call of darkness.
In loyal service to her did he fulfill his duties, and ever would he ...
The end of this existence was accomplished
at the hands of a band of invading conquerors. Their lack of understanding
and desire for conquest brought them down upon this village and its people.
The battle for control was short and bloody, as they vanquished those who
resisted. Yet in an action of misplaced generosity, they freed Darkfall
from the chains of his people, releasing him to the world ...
|An unruly mane of dark hair cascades to Darkfall's
mid-back, often falling into his face as he leans toward others in conversation,
and so he has developed an unconscious habit of running his hand through
it to move it out of the way. His dark brown eyes are framed by a generous
dusting of dark lashes. One notices the paleness of his skin upon meeting
him, its sheen a strong counterpoint to the darkness of his hair and eyes.
His slender hands are most expressive and soothing to the touch. His skin
bears little natural warmth, and his caress is chill but not unpleasant.
His deep voice is normally soft yet always compelling;
even his whispers wend their way about the hearing of the listener and
offer a hint of his caress in his absence. Upon his body he bears the handiwork
of the talented inkmaster Tattooed Angel: an intricate weaving of Celtic
knotwork graces his chest, interwoven with three dark roses, vivid in their
depth and execution.
His normal mode of dress varies according
to whim. While he enjoys the fineries of past days - cloaks, linen shirts
and leather pants - he may also be found wearing the modern-day Levi's
and leather jackets. His fondness for darkness can be seen in his choice
of black for most of his clothing. About his neck lies a chain upon which
is suspended a charm of an entwined rose, and one may also find a thong
which holds a clear crystal against his skin.
Darkfall is graced with above-average intelligence
and a charming manner of speaking. At times his manners are considered
extremely outdated, as he has retained his training from days long past.
Chivalry and honor are among those mortal traits which he still believes
in and strives to maintain. He is a learned man who has spent a great deal
of his existence in the study of religions and belief systems. He enjoys
playing Devil's Advocate to those religious zealots who have lost their
senses of humour amid this realm. He tends to be outgoing in his attentions
and compliments, and enjoys moments of pleasant companionship.
||Within the depths of him, however, are memories of
times long past ... which sometimes surface and bring a dark melancholy
over him. He understands the evils of the darkness which he has embraced,
and at times yearns for something else. Despite his dark existence he has
no streak of cruelty nor sadism within his nature.
His ways are not those of the warrior nor
those of the priest. He simply is ... as always ...
Darkfall is most charming and mesmerizing
in his voice, mannerisms and gaze. He tends to study a person closely upon
meeting and finds much understanding of others' inner secrets within the
depths of their eyes. Able to shift into a mist or shadow creature, or
to fade into the darkness, he also has a basic control of elemental magics,
such as conjuring fire sprites or calling upon the breezes. He has a deep
understanding of the powers of crystals and stones and uses them for their
magical and protective properties.
Striding the hallways of this world as a Lord
of Dreams, he is of course skilled in the ways of Dreaming. His presence
can be felt by those who call him friend as well as by those who know him
not. He has the ability to read the thoughts of those who are emotionally
close to him. While he understands fighting and the ways of the warrior,
he has little interest in such battles; instead he has a manner which allows
him to avoid most physical scenes without violence. His selfless interest
in the good of others leads him at times to offer his assistance without
considering the consequences ... and he has little desire to take what
is not freely given, as is shown by his manner of feeding: he will not
force himself upon a victim.
Upon his arrival in the realm, he was embraced
by those who filled the Vampire Pub with frivolity and gaiety. The battles
among those walls were legendary, fought by many both worthy and less so.
In that time, he found friendship among the likes of Lord Shaithis and
Lady Alara, and love with Lady Elesa, his former wife and dark consort.
Such memories of those times are with him still as he makes his way through
the realm ...
The Goddess has since graced him with the
presence of Lady Chantaclair Rose, Queen of Delium and now Dame of Darkfall.
His sole heir and natural born son is Master Taliesin Darkfall, and he
has as well a beloved adopted daughter Haile. Of Chantaclair
Rose he says, "Amid her quest for the pursuit of light, she found the embrace
of darkness ... I stand as her consort and husband ... Mabon Darkfall."
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