Post by anarchy on Mar 8, 2017 11:27:43 GMT 10
LUCIPHER 'CIPHER' morknade LYSEN
I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave. I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.
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:: AGE BITTEN :: Born
:: TRUE AGE :: 23
:: GENDER :: Male
:: FAMILY ::
Demetrious Lysen. Father. Dead.
Hexus Lavoe. Mother. Unknown/Presumed Dead.
Minx Lavoe-Renosso. Half-sister. Unknown/Presumed Dead.
Kramis Lysen. Paternal Uncle. Dead.
Morknade Lysen. Paternal Grandfather. Alive.
Cygne Lysen. Paternal Grandmother. Alive.
:: CLAN :: Formerly- Lysen Clan of Sweden. Currently- Rogue, with intentions of applying for Blake residency.
:: APPEARANCE ::
Lucipher, or 'Cipher' as he prefers, is a pale man. Sure, most caucasian vampires are 'pale' despite how easily they tanned when mortal, but this particular vampire was born with the texture and color of alabaster marble. From his father's Swedish roots come his complexion, the grey-blue eyes, the square jaw, and the prominently straight nose. His mother's own creole inheritance is apparent in his wild and often untamable mass of black curls as well as the plump set of lips that always seem to be lifted in a half-smirk. Cipher is not a tall man, nor is he short- instead he is 'just right' standing at 5”11. His posture is always immaculate, causing his stance to appear extremely confident and able. His body type runs on the slimmer side of the spectrum; Cipher is not a masculine-looking man. His clothing tends to be much more formal than the average person; he enjoys wearing suits or dress slacks when doing even the most mundane things. As one would expect, he sticks out like a sore thumb in society, which is just as he likes it. He takes great pride in his immaculate appearance.
:: PERSONALITY ::
If Cipher's appearance is of the stereotypical vampire, then his personality is doubly so. Cipher is first and foremost amoral. His concern lies not with what is right or wrong, but on his own perspective of will. The famous term, 'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law' is a nice rounded statement to associate with Cipher. After all, he is vampyre- the lives of most beings around him are short, fleeting, and insignificant in the grand scheme of forever; dead bodies that just haven't died quite yet. It is the right of every creature to execute their ambition upon the world, it is not Lucipher's fault if the weakness of others inhibits them from doing so. Because of this man's 'unethical' mode of thinking (though he would challenge you to conjure precise universal values,) he is inclined to be callous toward anybody besides himself and those he deems worthy of sentiment. He cares not for the homeless, the sick, or the dying; it is their job to hoist themselves up and if they are too debilitated then that is their own shortcoming- not his. Sympathy is not an emotion that comes naturally to Lucipher. Because of his overall indifference to the world about him, Cipher is inclined to be quite arrogant and vain. He sees himself as an enlightened being capable of higher thought and unarguable judgment, that he is what every cognitive being should strive to be.
He has no qualms with lying and twisting reality to fit his needs at the moment, and he's quite good at it as well. Humans are the easiest to confuse and to trick, and Lucipher enjoys playing with their minds for fun on a regular and casual basis. It is quite effortless to get what he wants out of people.
Lucipher has no concept of money or limits and goes to great lengths to entertain himself. Decadence and hedonism often times go hand-in-hand, and Cipher is no exception. He will be alive for a very, very, very long time so why not enjoy it? He gorges himself on blood simply for the taste rather than the sustenance, he takes multiple partners to bed, he hunts for no reason other than the thrill of it. He takes anything and indeed seems to inhale everything.
Though he is a glutton in every sense of the word, he is not a mindless consumer of pleasure. There is a cold calculation to his actions when he is not engaged in leisure; he plays to his own ends to which the means matter not, so long as they work. He is exceptionally proficient at hiding his true nature from those that he must. When he puts his mind to it, Cipher can come off as a pleasant and charming, if a somewhat naive man; tricking others into trusting him so that he may achieve whatever necessary.
Like most of the vampires in the Lysen clan, Lucipher is keen on both men and women to entertain his carnal pleasures. He finds beauty in the more unusual aesthetics, though that is not to say that he cannot appreciate a stereotypical beauty as well. He cares not for any sort of long-term relationship, there is too much of a chance for vulnerability. His appetite is bottomless and he finds himself engaged with at least one person per week- the amount of people may change according to his mood.
Lucipher has all of the makings of a true psychopath save for the fact that beyond the fake smiles and the unflinching cruelty lies a man with a vigorous current of feeling.
It is true that he doesn't give consideration to others, and that he would watch the world burn before he sacrificed anything, but that does not mean that he doesn't have a soul.
His emotions only come out to play when he allows them to, often ignoring them for the sake of necessity. When he hates, he hates with a deep fury that burns away all other perception. When he loves, it is a love of whirlwind passion and an uncharacteristic show of selflessness. When he mourns, it is with a deep sorrow that cuts the soul like a knife and leaves him vulnerable for months if not years on end. To make a friend of Lucipher is a rare and powerful occurrence, and to make an enemy of him is to be marked for demise and despair.
:: HISTORY ::
Lucipher is the spawn of an unholy union between two polarized sides of a fractured campaign. His mother was the second-in-command to the influential Blake clan, his father the patriarch of the opposing clan that wished to overthrow the fair rule of the former. One would assume that his parents' relationship was a secretive and romantic affair running with the likes of the Romeos and Juliets of this world; but the reality was far from it.
His father, Demetrius Lysen, abducted his mother and forced himself upon her.
Demetrious had perished in the war when Lucipher was a mere ten years old, so the question of how a ten-year-old came by this knowledge is a fair inquiry to have. His parents never told him, that would be a cruel truth to thrust upon a child; Cipher happened upon this fact when he caught his parents arguing one night. It was the first night that he stayed permanently with his father; his mother was transferring Cipher's care to Demetrious. He'd been sent off to his new room to unpack his things while the grown ups 'talked.'
As a child, Cipher was indiscriminately curious about everything, hidden things were treasures to him. If there was something that he wasn't supposed to hear or see, he was always sure to sneak around in order to bear witness to it.
The young Lucipher waited in his room for a while and then carefully, oh-so-quietly cracked his door and slipped downstairs. His parents were in the middle of a very heated argument borne in hisses and whispers so as not to let the little boy hear,
“-too much like you.”
His mother growled out. Demetrious was more collected than she, standing straight with a calm expression gracing his features while his mother was leaning away from him with a deep scowl.
“And so you will abandon your son for the crime of looking like his father?”
That seemed to crack something within the woman, for she stood to her full height and advanced on Demetrious with murder in her eyes.
“It isn't just his face, you stupid f**ck. He is becoming you. He acts just like you, speaks like you, moves like you. There is not an ounce of anything in that child that isn't spoiled by your poison. I can't be around him anymore, I just can't have him. He's awful to Minx, he's destructive, and Rei-”
Demetrious held his hand before him with a foreboding tone flickering into his even voice,
“Do not speak that name in my house.”
His calm face was cracked into an angry grimace. Hexus' eyebrows shot up and she put her hands upon her hips,
“Who? Minx? Oh, no. You mean the man that I actually love. The man that I chose to be with long before you decided it was a good idea to kidnap and rape me? That guy? Okay. I won't say Rei's name in your house. I apologize.”
Her own tone was light and mocking, happy that she could piss Demetrious off in some way. After all, Demetrious was the bane of her existence- the cause for most of the pain and stress in her life.
Meanwhile, Lucipher was sitting quietly on the steps with his skinny arms wrapped around his knees and his face drawn against the tops of his thighs. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks as his parent's words continued to bombard his ears. Hexus used to drop him off at his father's house a few days out of each month, but now she was dropping him off for good. Because she didn't like him- because he was like his dad, and she hated his dad.
Previously, Lucipher had been unaware of this deep loathing. His parents rarely spoke in front of him, and when they did it was tense and quick as if it were painful; he just thought that his parents just acted that way, but that they still must have loved each other because they had him. And his mother always told him that he was loved and cherished, and that she would always be there for him- but she was lying the whole time. She didn't want him at all, she didn't want his dad, all she wanted was Lucipher's stupid sister and her dumb dad. Hexus hated Demetrious because Demetrious hurt her, so his dad didn't love his mom either; why would he hurt her otherwise?
Suddenly, he heard sobs from his mother. She was crying just like him, trying to stifle the sound with her arm.
“I hate you.”
She whispered in a broken voice. His father sighed,
“I know.”
“I will always hate you.”
“I'm aware.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment before a loud sound of skin-on-skin contact reverberated through Lucipher's ears, making him press his face harder into his flesh in order to choke back the sob that threatened to escape his throat.
“I've told you time and time again. Do not ever touch me.”
There was another bout of silence before Demetrious spoke,
“What do you expect me to tell him?”
“Tell him- tell him… oh god. What am I doing?”
She couldn't hold back a wail this time and that seemed to open the flood gates. Hexus was now openly crying and choking on her own breath. Lucipher never got to hear what his mother wanted Dmetrious to tell him, because she ran out of the front door and into the night.
His father was still in the living room, the only sounds coming from the fire crackling in the fireplace. Lucipher sat on those steps for what seemed like an eternity trying to come to grips with what he had just heard, his mind racing and his heart in pieces. There is not a feeling that is quite like the feeling of finding out that your own mother doesn't want you. He tried to reason with himself that it wasn't his fault, that she was just a bad person. No matter how much he tried to logically push past the pain, the ugly voice of doubt kept rearing its head,
'All my fault. Mom hates me, and it's all my fault.'
The thought that his mother didn't love him would have seemed insane to Lucipher only hours ago. Once, his dad took him away from the Blake clan without his mother's permission, and she tore after his father like a rabid animal. Cipher thought that he was his mother's little boy, her precious baby. And now...
Thus far, Cipher had been hiding his presence quite well. That is, until a strong sob fought its way from his chest. He slapped his palm to his mouth and thundered up to his room at top speed and slammed the door behind him. When his father came knocking, he refused to talk. Demetrious respected his wishes for the first two hours, but upon the third he picked the little boy's lock and confronted him.
“Lucipher.”
His father's baritone voice commanded his attention.
Cipher was laying on his side away from the door, staring at the wall. He didn't answer Demetrious. The man walked slowly to his son's bed and sat down at the foot of it without a sound. The two males let the quiet pain hover in the air for some time, Lucipher staring at the wall and Demetrious staring at the floor- each trapped within his own mind. Cipher's father was always a kind man. Whenever mother took him to see his father, it was always an exciting adventure. For the most part, Demetrious was quiet and stern within the company of others- always treating Lucipher like an adult when his kin were skulking about the house. However, when it was just the two of them it was a different story. Hexus was not the kind of woman that read her children bedtime stories, but Demetrious took the time to fill in the job. He played hide-and-seek with Lucipher while the other children of the Blake clan left him out of their games. Demetrious was quick to ruffle his hair or press a kiss to his forehead while Lucipher had to yank his mother's hand so that she might bend down and give him a hug. Demetrious was a very good dad, and Lucipher knew without a doubt that his dad loved him very much, he trusted his father with the entirety of his being.
“Dad...”
Lucipher broke the silence and felt the bed shift when his father turned to him,
“Dad… I don't understand...”
The boy mumbled, trying his damned to keep his voice from cracking,
“Why doesn't mom want me? How come she doesn't love me like she loves Minx?”
He was doing good with controlling the wobbling in his voice and the quivering of his lip,
“I try to be good. But...”
He couldn't stop himself this time around. His face tightened up and he buried himself into his pillows and blankets to muffle the sounds of despair. He felt arms around his shoulders and a weight curling up behind him- Lucipher had been insisting that he was too old for snuggling since he was five, but now he needed to be held. His father's comforting scent and strong presence only made him cry harder. He cried for a long time, giving himself a headache and exhausting himself to the point of falling asleep in his dad's comforting embrace. Before he drifted off, he wondered very briefly what 'rape' was.
A month passed by, and in that time Cipher slowly healed from his mother's betrayal after much explaining from his father. Demetrious was honest with his son, something that he never was with anybody else- he explained the whole story of his and Hexus' shared history, answering questions to the best of his knowledge. Lucipher understood that his father hurt his mother very badly, but he also understood that his father took what he wanted- that is what one must do in a world full of 'no,' after all. It was a complex issue that his ten-year-old mind shouldn't be able to grasp, but he did indeed. He did not forgive his mother for succumbing to grief and shunning him for simply existing, how could he? That is not what mothers do, no matter the circumstances. He held resentment for her, she had hurt him deeply and broken his trust- something that she would never be able to earn back no matter how the time passed. Lucipher has always been and will always be a wary spirit where matters of the heart are concerned, and he would not make the same mistake twice.
When Hexus came to the house to see him, Lucipher insisted that his father send her away. It was not an easy thing to stay in his room and resist the urge to run downstairs and beg his mother to take him back, but he managed to uphold himself and his pride. He could hear his mother's voice echoing up the stairs when she began to yell at Demetrious, accusing him of twisting her words and turning her own son against her. When Demetrious calmly stated that she had managed it by herself, she simply started crying before collapsing in the foyer. That time, she let Demetrious touch her when he helped her back to her car.
She came every month to see if Lucipher would change his mind up until the fighting started.
Demetrious' plans had never been voiced aloud around the youngster, so he was quite unprepared for the upheaval of the new life that he was just now getting accustomed to. One minute, he was asleep and the next he was being shaken awake by his father.
“Get up, son. I need you to do something very important.”
Blearily, he rubbed the dreams from his eyes and sat up in bed. His father stood before him in strange clothes with two backpacks hanging from each hand.
“Dad? What's wrong?”
His father's mouth was usually twisted up into a half-smile, unless something serious was on his mind; his mouth tended to curl into a prominent frown at those times, like right now.
“Get up and get dressed. I'll tell you on the way.”
He muttered. Lucipher did as he was bid while Demetrious calmly explained the situation.
“I'm about to do something very dangerous, and I want you to be safe. When it's all over, everything will be much better. Mom will be much better, and I'll be able to make new rules.”
Lucipher's head popped out of the collar of his shirt,
“What kinds of rules?”
Lucipher glanced at his father with big, curious eyes.
“Well, I'll tell you all about them later. But they're good rules. I promise. Listen to me, son- this is important.”
Demetrious grabbed his son by the shoulder and looked him in the eyes, capturing the boy's undivided attention,
“I need you to go in the dungeon and stay there. I'll come get you before daybreak, or I'll send my mother and she will get you.”
“Your mom? Grandma?”
“That's right. Her name is Cygne, she's got blonde hair and big blue eyes, like you. If she comes, I need you to say these words. Dricka fritt. Repeat it.”
“Dricka fritt.”
“Again.”
Lucipher repeated it three more times and Demetrious seemed to be satisfied.
“Good. Now, when you say that- she will say 'och hunger inte mer,' repeat it.”
Again, Lucipher repeated the phrase until Demetrious was satisfied.
”That is how you know without a doubt that it is her. If you don't get that response, pull the torch on the wall- the one that I showed you. Next to the stock. Repeat my instructions.”
And so Lucipher did. His father ruffled his hair,
”Do you trust me, Lucipher?”
”Always, dad.”
”And I trust you. Always remember that. You are more loved than you could ever know. And your mother loves you very much too. Don't pull that face at me, I do not lie to you. We both love you with all of our hearts. Never, ever forget that.”
Demetrious crouched down to be eye-level with the child. Lucipher had never seen his father shed a tear, but he found that Demetrious' eyes were glossing over with unshead water threatening to spill. Before any toppled, the man pressed his lips to his only child's head and stood back up,
”Come.”
He said gruffly. Lucipher took his backpack from his father's hand and placed his own palm in it so that his father could lead him to the safety of the hidden dungeons beneath the old house.
That was the last time he saw his father.
As promised, a blonde vampire collected him a few hours before dawn and whisked him away from the now empty and ownerless house.
His father was dead.
His younger brother, Lucipher's uncle Kramis, was taken out faily early on by a Blake vampire. Short, almost painless. Demetrious' demise, however, was much more brutal. He was killed in a battle by enemies and former allies alike. He had completed his goal by taking out the matron of the Blakes, Lucipher's 'aunt Ruth.' Once he took her life, the battlegrounds froze. In a flash, a mob of Blake members, Sleuth wolves, and other radnom allies swarmed Demetrious en masse. He had no chance of survival. They clawed him to pieces while others still held Demetrious' forces at bay. It was the alpha of Sleuth that finally plunged her hand into his chest to end his life.
Of course, nobody told the ten-year-old the grissly details of his father's bloody demise. He learned of it from another bout of sneaking around and listening to conversations not meant for his ears.
When his grandmother (whom he called 'mormor') took him from Mactire, she did so with haste and panic. He was now the only living direct heir to the origional lysen Clan, and that made him precious. They traveled to the far reaches of the Kebnekaise mountains in Sweden, where she guided him into the hidden lysen ancestrial cove.
It was there that he met his extended family. Morknade was the man that Lucipher derived his middle name from, though he didn't know that until he met the man who instantly took the boy under-wing.
Morknade made sure that Lucipher grew into the birthright that Demetrious had hidden from him- the direct male descendant of Sweden's own vampiric Erik XIV, king for only eight years before being 'imprisioned and poisioned.'
In truth, the ancient monarch had contracted the blood blessing within the third year of his rule from a foreign doctor roumored to hold the secret of the fountain of youth. Unfortunatly, King Erik took to the fang a little too well. It was not long after that people began calling him insane- tensions rose in court until he was finally dethroned and locked away. His day-wife was just that- a woman to pump out the next heir to the throne, but Erik's blood-wife (the one he considered his true partner) was the one who got him out of prision. Her name was Silke Hemlighet, a former concubine gifted with the kiss of the night by Erik himself. Silke replaced Erik with a newly made thrall and together they fled to the mountains and began carving their own home from the deep caverns. Much to the couple's suprise and delight, Silke was impregnated fifty-three years from the beginning of their union. In 1621, lysen Vasa was born. It was she who began the clan so long ago. She took a mortal noble and turned him shortly after reaching womanhood in order to take him as a mate, but he proved to be unfertile, so she set him aside and began the same process again with a new man. And again. And again. lysen cycled through newly-made immortal men for fifteen years before she found one that finally proved fertile, and by this point she had amassed a rather sizable harem of her own. These leftover vampires became the underlings- her subjects to rule over and play pricess with, and they in turn sired more vampires to add to their ranks. The male that lysen finally chose to stay with was named John Jordbrukare, and the couple eventually ascended to rulership of the growing clan when lysen's parents decided to greet the sun after living for so long. When lysen gave birth, it was to a baby girl named Framtida- and lysen used her own name to bless the new baby's surname, thus ending the shamed royal name of Vasa and beginning the shining beacon of the lysen name.
Framtida lysen went through piles of potential mates just like her mother and ended up with Erik Ryttare, and those two begot Morknade.
Throughout the centuries, the various heirs had tossed aside potential mates that did not meet their standards; those cast-aways had stayed in the court for the most part and even began siring even more vampires. By the time Lucipher arrived, their numbers were up to five hundred and four- one of the most massive clans in Europe. Cipher, or 'Prince Lucipher' took to his new life instantly- never had he felt like he truly belonged somewhere, nor had he ever been so accepted before. He was fawned over and given everything that he couldever desire, and his grandparents fostered him as if he were their own son; after all, their own spawn were dead. Taken young and far from home. As Cipher got older, his grandfather began to mentor him instead of letting instructors handle his tutelage. He was like Demetrious, yet not. There was more of a darkness inside of Morknade, he was more cruel and uncaring to his underlings than Demetrious would have ever been. Morknade morphed Lucipher in his own image, nurturing the boy's natural tendencies to full fruitation until the finished product was a perfect example of what it was to be 'vampyre.'
Morknade taught Luchipher many things, including the fact that not only were vampires the rightful inheriters of the earth, but that Lucipher himself was far above even that. It became fairly apparent that Demetrious had received the exact same lessons. Lucipher began to connect the dots early on and concluded that his father failed in his own attempt at rulership, whereas Cipher would not. He would learn from his father's mistakes and raise himself high- exactly where he should be.
Never again would he be shunned and laughed at, unloved and regarded with suspicion. He would not be ignored or wronged again. He began to form a plan within his young mind- he would go back to Mactire one day and have his justice against the wolves, against the Blakes, and against his mother for the wrongs vistited upon him through no fault of his own. They would see the errors of their ways.
Lucipher is old enough to be considered a young adult by his clan, and so he ventured out into the world with their blessing. For the first time in thirteen years, he felt ready to face the villians of his past- he would not fail in this.
