Grigori
Undying Hate
"Forsaken by Halgia, forsaken by Umbra
born of light and dark, hated by light and dark,
I reject them all.
So long as I live as vampire, I welcome the blighting night of the Dark Five on the foul, putrid sun of the Ten, forevermore!"
BASICS
Name: Grigori
Species: Vampire Angel/Halgian
Gender: Male
Name: Grigori
Species: Vampire Angel/Halgian
Gender: Male
APPEARANCE
Grigori wears his hair in long, white curls which cascade down his snow-pale face, which he conceals with a mask that covers the upper half of his face, though leaves the mouth exposed. Standing at 6'6" and clad in a midnight black and silver trim justacorps with the back of the coat going down to the backs of his knees, Grigori has a habit of sneaking up on people. When he smiles, he tends to keep his deathly-toned lavender lips closed, lest he reveal the fangs underneath.
As a result of the vampire's connection with bats, his wings have taken a more bat-like form themselves. In a sense, he could be mistaken for a demon.
Grigori wears his hair in long, white curls which cascade down his snow-pale face, which he conceals with a mask that covers the upper half of his face, though leaves the mouth exposed. Standing at 6'6" and clad in a midnight black and silver trim justacorps with the back of the coat going down to the backs of his knees, Grigori has a habit of sneaking up on people. When he smiles, he tends to keep his deathly-toned lavender lips closed, lest he reveal the fangs underneath.
As a result of the vampire's connection with bats, his wings have taken a more bat-like form themselves. In a sense, he could be mistaken for a demon.
ABILITIES
- Magic: Grigori embraces a wide variety of magic. Fire and Lightning are his favored, raw, destructive elements, as well as illusions involving the darkness due to his studies in Umbra and his embracing the night. He also is regaining his knowledge of light-element magic, though even this has a destructive bent to it. He can use these spells to fortify, defend, blind, and even heal himself, accelerating his already potent regeneration.
- Runeblade: Relictus ab Omnibus – Forsaken by All: A serrated one-handed ebony runeblade. It is an alloy made from iron extracted from Halgian, Fallen, and angel blood. The blade treats the flesh of all of Halgian descent – including Angels, Fallen, and Seraphs – like a sun-blessed weapon to a vampire. In addition, it can channel Grigori's reiatsu into the blade – the reaction caused by Grigori's Halgian reiatsu causes the blade to ignite with a black flame as the blade itself attempts to destroy itself. Due to the unique way the weapon conducts reiatsu, its attempt to destroy itself only amplifies the reiatsu, as if a scream in an empty metal box. Lastly, any blood spilled by this blade serves to feed Grigori's thirst. It should be noted that this sword is cursed as a defense mechanism - the wielder must keep control of their reiatsu so that they do not get overtaken by Relictus ab Omnibus's destructive reiatsu, lest the energy engulf them as well.
- Rune Gauntlet: Vispillo – Thief of the Night: A monstrous gauntlet seemingly made of scrap metal with a multitude of sharp edges. When it grasps an opponent, it drains them of lifeblood as well as reiatsu reserves - though not all at once.
- Rune Knives: Accipitrem Nocte – Night Hawk: A set of six knives which Grigori carries within his sleeves. If Grigori is in the immediate area, he can call these knives back to his person – which allows for sneak attacks if the opponent is not wary.
- Undying Hate: Grigori's body is that of an Elder Vampire – which means he can regenerate most wounds at an alarming rate, if the weapons manage to pierce his flesh in the first place. In addition, while sunlight makes him sluggish, it does not directly damage him unless concentrated in weapon form.
WEAKNESSES
- Forsake the Light, be Forsaken by the Light: Grigori's raw hatred of the Ten and of life itself means that he is weak to divine weaponry – anything blessed by the Ten leaves wounds which he cannot easily recover from. A direct strike from a weapon blessed by any of the Ten can pierce his defense, and also serve as a ward against spells fueled by his reiatsu.
- Weak to Light/Fire: Grigori is weak to both fire and light reiatsu given his vampiric nature.
- Et tu, Relictus ab Omnibus?: If Grigori receives severe enough damage, he has trouble focusing and controlling his reiatsu, which can leave him open to being consumed by the blade's warring reiatsu flames, engulfing and destroying the vampire if he chooses to hold onto the blade.
BACKGROUND
Born centuries ago as the result of a tryst between a Fallen Halgian father and a Seraph mother, Grigori did not know his father. His mother allowed the father to die in order to save their son – claiming he had forced himself upon her, and that she had birthed child as an act of mercy. But the light of Daama pierces the veil of deceit – the truth was found. And she, too, was put to the stake and torched. And the child was hunted.
At the age of 10, he fled to his father's people, the Fallen - and was picked up by a patrol from Umbra He told half the truth of the story - conveniently leaving out his mother's self-serving lie. And for a time, he was sheltered, studying magic under great Umbra mages who were also chased out of Halgia for studying things known to be “occult” to Halgian orthodoxy. And for 10 years, he knew peace.
But this lie, too, came to light within the everpresent black of Umbra. It was his uncle – brother of his deceased father - who knew what his mother had claimed. Upon learning that the whelp lived, he not only revealed the truth, but voiced concerns over Grigori being a spy.
As he was taken into a cell at the tender age of 20 to be interrogated, he feared he would be executed, he pleaded to the Ten, the Dark Five, anybody that would hear him. Yet, in spite of all the misfortune, divine favor struck his cell during a Halgian attack, and he fled in the confusion, and fled into Lostlight Forest.
And within, his destiny awaited. A Morai Deathcat, mutated and driven mad by both magestorm and virus, attacked. Grigori barely managed to fend it off with his magic and swordplay. In the process, he had been bitten and clawed by the contagion carrying beast.
Dripping with blood, no doubt infected by the Morai, he realized that he had one of two choices.
One, do nothing, and give himself up to possibly becoming a mindless, feral Nosferatu. Two, end his miserable, doomed existence.
Then, a third option was whispered into his ear: “Become one with the night. Defy fate. Curse the Ten. And, in time, lord over both light and darkness.”
He raised his hands to the sky as he bowed his head before the Morai's corpse, and declared to the cosmos:"Forsaken by Halgia, forsaken by Umbra, born of light and dark, hated by light and dark, I reject them all. So long as I live as vampire, I welcome the blighting night of the Dark Five on the foul, putrid sun of the Ten, forevermore!"
He tore into the creature, drinking deep of its blood. He could feel his mind clearing – better yet, sharpening. His strength returned, and then some. Never had the world become so clear.
That was several hundred years ago. Now, there is a cave in Lostlight Forest. Deep within, there is a manor, marked by skeletons, seemingly having died while writhing, impaled on stakes to ward off would be intruders. Or, perhaps, to entice fools to explore.
It is said that those who enter do not leave, having been slaughtered by the foul creature which curses the Ten, Grigori.
In the time Grigori has spent in solitude, he has continued his studies in a variety of magical arts, and sharpened his swordplay, honing his skills as to become a sharper thorn in the side of all that the Ten loves. And while he is not foolish enough to attack Halgia or Umbra head-on, he is content to take little nibbles out of their peoples – generally via the neck.
And the time nears when he will attempt his ultimate vengeance: taking over Altum Turi and turning Daama's temple into an unholy breeding ground for occult Death worship, a staging ground for the Dark Five's assault on the realms.
Born centuries ago as the result of a tryst between a Fallen Halgian father and a Seraph mother, Grigori did not know his father. His mother allowed the father to die in order to save their son – claiming he had forced himself upon her, and that she had birthed child as an act of mercy. But the light of Daama pierces the veil of deceit – the truth was found. And she, too, was put to the stake and torched. And the child was hunted.
At the age of 10, he fled to his father's people, the Fallen - and was picked up by a patrol from Umbra He told half the truth of the story - conveniently leaving out his mother's self-serving lie. And for a time, he was sheltered, studying magic under great Umbra mages who were also chased out of Halgia for studying things known to be “occult” to Halgian orthodoxy. And for 10 years, he knew peace.
But this lie, too, came to light within the everpresent black of Umbra. It was his uncle – brother of his deceased father - who knew what his mother had claimed. Upon learning that the whelp lived, he not only revealed the truth, but voiced concerns over Grigori being a spy.
As he was taken into a cell at the tender age of 20 to be interrogated, he feared he would be executed, he pleaded to the Ten, the Dark Five, anybody that would hear him. Yet, in spite of all the misfortune, divine favor struck his cell during a Halgian attack, and he fled in the confusion, and fled into Lostlight Forest.
And within, his destiny awaited. A Morai Deathcat, mutated and driven mad by both magestorm and virus, attacked. Grigori barely managed to fend it off with his magic and swordplay. In the process, he had been bitten and clawed by the contagion carrying beast.
Dripping with blood, no doubt infected by the Morai, he realized that he had one of two choices.
One, do nothing, and give himself up to possibly becoming a mindless, feral Nosferatu. Two, end his miserable, doomed existence.
Then, a third option was whispered into his ear: “Become one with the night. Defy fate. Curse the Ten. And, in time, lord over both light and darkness.”
He raised his hands to the sky as he bowed his head before the Morai's corpse, and declared to the cosmos:"Forsaken by Halgia, forsaken by Umbra, born of light and dark, hated by light and dark, I reject them all. So long as I live as vampire, I welcome the blighting night of the Dark Five on the foul, putrid sun of the Ten, forevermore!"
He tore into the creature, drinking deep of its blood. He could feel his mind clearing – better yet, sharpening. His strength returned, and then some. Never had the world become so clear.
That was several hundred years ago. Now, there is a cave in Lostlight Forest. Deep within, there is a manor, marked by skeletons, seemingly having died while writhing, impaled on stakes to ward off would be intruders. Or, perhaps, to entice fools to explore.
It is said that those who enter do not leave, having been slaughtered by the foul creature which curses the Ten, Grigori.
In the time Grigori has spent in solitude, he has continued his studies in a variety of magical arts, and sharpened his swordplay, honing his skills as to become a sharper thorn in the side of all that the Ten loves. And while he is not foolish enough to attack Halgia or Umbra head-on, he is content to take little nibbles out of their peoples – generally via the neck.
And the time nears when he will attempt his ultimate vengeance: taking over Altum Turi and turning Daama's temple into an unholy breeding ground for occult Death worship, a staging ground for the Dark Five's assault on the realms.