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[Calintz]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Calintz Aleksandr Telus PET NAMES: Lin, Alek AGE: 22 BIRTH DATE: May 20th BIRTH PLACE: Diaspore GENDER: Male SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi MARITAL STATUS: Single, possible arranged marriage in future. OCCUPATION: Councilman, Weapons Manufacturer FEALTY: For OUT OF CHARACTER: Taylor, Ris WAYS OF CONTACT: PM me EMAIL: ---

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HISTORY:

Early Child Hood

Calintz was raised in a church, a grand church where he was brought up by scholars to believe in the teachings of God, his holy ways and magick, unfortunately he was always destined to be greater than the church, he found himself needing to believe that he was greater than any God, than anything these people followed. He had learned at an early age that he was abandoned at birth at the foot of the steps in a blood soaked mass, that his Mother had been a whore and that the good lord had given him the name Calintz. Hearing this over and over he came to believe that he had been born from a God and that his Mother had returned to the heavens, the scholars would have turned away from him had he not shown an incredible aptitude for the studies of Magick, a strange control that a common street whores son she not be able to amass, unless of course…he was of noble blood.

Feeling this way he quickly buried himself into whatever books he could find, determined to learn as much as he could, to learn how to dominate this power. But the church was corrupt, as he found out at the age of seven, he was already reaching the same level of genius as the scholars that frequented the church, he learned much from them and what he used he divided and took on different and deeper meanings for each lesson. It wasn’t long after that he discovered the church to be evil; the pastor was being well supplied with young boys from orphanages all around the place in which he was born and raised. Calintz was disgusted with this and quickly found a way out of the vile church.

Only after a week of being missing was he brought back by one of the guards that kept the church safe, though such things had soon become less and less practiced as the years went by, like pillaging churches. As he was brought back he was forced to participate in a ritual he didn’t understand, it was something he’d never seen before, the pastor was leaning over the commune glass but his white beard was stained red. Calintz was petrified, he saw the pale arm sticking out from behind the alter but he had no idea that this was what was happening. The priest would have had him drink had he not had the sense to arm himself, no matter how scantly he was dressed he had hid the blade well, his fingers pulled it clear of its leather tong sheathe and he rid the priest and two guards of their lives before fleeing the church and the village.

Teenage Years

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After escaping the church it had not been long before someone picked him up off the road, naturally no one could resist his adorable face, especially when he was cold and scared. Beautiful and intelligent as he was he was only lucky to be raised by a book keeper, paid by nobles and kings to rewrite ancient scripts and texts Calintz learned the languages of the world and before he was fifteen he was versed well in writing and reading where as other boys his age were working in the royal guard or training for militia, and never seeing the inside of a novel. No, books were for kings and nobles at those times. It wasn’t long after that that Calintz, who had been named Antoni by his new Father had quickly blossomed in to a beautiful man with many a noble woman hoping for his hand in marriage.

His Father would always refuse on the grounds that he needed him in the shop, but he knew he just wanted to capture him for himself and at times it was an aggravation to Calintz but in the end he allowed it, after all he had yet to realize he could use his body to gain what he needed. It wasn’t long until he realized that he had a blood thirsty side, one that craved violence and dominance. For the most part he ignored it, until the final time his Father blocked him from becoming a widowed Countess’ rich husband, he quietly dispatched of him during the night and was adopted in to the Telus noble family at the age of sixteen the next morning.

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At the tender age of nineteen Calintz had already mastered the account books and the noble side of running a wealthy weapons manufacturing business. Where a few of the noble families frowned on such medial work he didn’t mind it, in fact he constantly found himself amongst middle class citizens in the warehouses and smithy’s watching the designs he’d drawn come to life in their hands and supplying the riches that would be encrusted in to their hilts or the barrels of guns. He himself walked around with a very heavy short sword he’d inherited from his father the blade itself was lined with diamonds and rubies, the hilt encrusted with the finest of emeralds, the metal of the blade was the purest of silvers from their mines in the countryside. This blade had seen no blood, but Calintz would change that eventually, after all he’d had thousands of dark thoughts about what he was to do with his free time, however magnanimous that may be.
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From Distress & C O M A

Lucian stood very still his short black hair whipped about his face in the wind of his Father’s anger. His glittering multicolored eyes, one of the deepest amber and the other of the darkest black, stared with an almost reluctant defiance at his Father. His shoulders were set in proud but angry lines and his breath eased furiously past his slightly parted thinned lips. He’d never been so angry in his entire life, that his father would brush him off so casually was beyond him, wasn’t he his only son? ’Lucian, don’t you have anything to say? You are about to be a big brother.’ Lucian’s fangs clicked audibly as he took a threatening step in Lilith’s general direction, his father raised a shadowy brow and one curt growl stopped Lucian in his steps. He flashed an unfriendly look in his Father’s direction; the dark look fell on deft eyes. Lucifer merely peered at him out of his green eyes, flecks of gold sparkling dimly in the bed of emerald. His father had no patience today that was obvious; the fact that he was even humoring Lucian was probably because he was bored. ”Father I don’t think you fully grasp this situation.”

Lucian’s voice was tight as he took another step in Lilith’s direction. The beautiful maiden flashed a quick withering look his way; she sat where she usually sat at Lucifer’s feet with her head resting on his knee, her blonde tendrils spilling down her barely dressed body and her hands cradling her stomach gently. The woman disgusted Lucian, she wasn’t his mother, and in fact his Mother hadn’t even had the time of day, just some poor Nephilim whore for him to bend over and satisfy his baser instincts with. Lucian could have spat, but he held it in. ’Oh? What don’t I understand Luci?’ Lucian stiffened at the nickname, his Father was being ‘gentle’ or so he seemed to be. It was never a good sign. Lilith gently lifted her pale hand to caress Lucifer’s calf and his beautiful eyes like gold encrusted emeralds flicked to his beauty of a woman before bouncing idly off the ground and on to Lucian once more. The look there was carefully telling him to tread lightly for he was upsetting Lilith with his denial of the child. Lilith still retained her goodness from her days of Eden, but Lucian had no idea why.

The woman was a menace, she’d been the reason for his Mother’s execution and even now she had no idea she wore his mother’s fang on her neck. The thought made him see red as he turned even more adamant against this…this creation of his father’s enemy and the abomination in her womb. ”Father please, the atrocity in her womb will only cause a civil war! You can’t expect the Nephilim that follow you to accept a child born to the woman of Him! It’s just…it’s ridiculous of you Father.” Lucian’s voice was ice cold; his black hair slithered around his shoulders in the hush wind that slithered in to his Father’s court. He took the moment to turn his eyes away from the look he was being given, his amber and black eyes peering around the chamber slowly, the walls of blood red rock that were laced with hanging bodies chorusing sounds of pain. He barely heard that anymore, it was all white noise to him now, he was far to used to such things. A low growled trickled past his lips as he swept his eyes across the barren floor towards the throne of lies in which is Father the Prince of such things sat with a smug and somewhat amused look on his face.

The man constantly patronized him; put him down, every serious word he said was met with laughter. His Father could be the angriest man on the world and when he chose to be his wrath was to be taken notice of, but even standing here purposely goading him and calling his wife a whore and their child an outrage to demon-kind he was…smiling? ’I see through you Kaos. You may deny this child as much as you like but it shall be born, it shall be legitimate and it shall take my place.’ An out cry poured from the lips of those around, the few Nephilim in the room peered up from their various activities; whether it had been gambling or playing cards they paused in their ventures and watched the cynical spectacle with malicious eyes, expecting punishment. The corpses in the chamber of lies were prone to them; they were the voices of the inside words, the screams echoing off of the chamber walls were the rage boiling over inside of Lucian. He took a step forward then vanished and before his claws could clean Lilith’s stomach in two a blade was blocking them. Lucifer smirked from his relaxed perch on the throne; Lilith had a look of pure terror on her face.

So why wasn’t he satisfied? His multicolored eyes flashed from Lilith and Lucifer to the one who held the blade. A low rumbling snarl twisted past his lips as he jerked away from the particular annoying Nephilim that never seemed to mind his own fucking business. ”Mephistopheles I should have known. Tch, we will continue this discussion Father, this joke will not stop me from making you see my view.” Lucian turned, his lithe form gracefully walking away from the courtroom the faint whimpering of the men on the walls forced his shoulders to hunch just a touch, and he gripped his hands in to fists but before his fingers could touch the gold a scream ripped past his lips and his body collided with the wall. The horrible crunching noise of the body beneath him breaking reached his ears. He lifted his head, his eyes dazed and confused, how had he been moved from one place to the other without even sensing movement. That was when he saw it, where he had been standing moving from foot to foot with a twisted smirk on his face was his father. ’Discipline is key my son. Or else you’ll grow up to be spoiled rotten like your mother. We will discuss more about your punishment as it pertains to my daughter in the future. As for now, you are dismissed.’

Lucian jerked away from the reforming body beneath him, scratches and lacerations rapidly healing on his face, with a snarl he stalked past his father and left the chambers. It had taken an hour for Lucian to cool down long enough to enjoy his new found activity. Dangling food over those that were left to starve. He wanted to see someone suffer as his Father was making him, he pitied his abomination of a sister, Lilith wasn’t a Nephilim, and she wasn’t a cast away like his Mother. She was God’s daughter, the beloved one that had been cast out for thinking freely of herself. The mother of angels that had befriended demons at the red river and captured the eye of the fallen one himself. His poor little sister would be birthed in to a horrible life, civil war, constantly needing protection, he didn’t particularly care about her existence as far as Lucian was concerned the girl was a threat to what little love and affection he received from his doting Father. Lucian flashed a dark look in to the pit and with it flames roared to life and screams filled his ears and forced his thoughts to silence. ”That man will never understand…such a fool he is.”