Name: Valathos Vykos Nickname: Val Age: # 12,409 In earth terms an Antediluvian (Current) Occupation: Majordomo Race:
Closely resembles a nimble tall human with long pointed ears.
Rank: 1 Combat Power: 0 Wisdom: 5 Luck: 5
Skills: Cellular Transmutation: The ability to change the body on a cellular level. Wisdom 10 required to use on others. He is only able to use this ability on others through touch. Some of the basic features include the following: He can take features from the dominant race of the era/area and adapt to that race's culture. These features include looks, speech patterns, languages spoken and written, and even scent. These features, as well as languages learned, are limited by Wisdom.
Inactive Style: Limited-NPC
Appearance: His eyes are a soothing cocoa brown, reminiscent of hot chocolate next to a warm fire with loved ones on cold winter nights. Every so often they sparkle with ancient wisdom. Val is towering standing at six-foot-two. His body is sylphlike and athletic. He keeps up with the times and creates his own personal look based on his tastes. Dignified, well-dressed, stylish, and has a debonair air to him.
Personality: If one knew Val they would say that he was cunning, calculating, and in some cases without heart. However, this would be just a surface observation of him. One of his weaknesses was that he cared too much about everyone he got close to. In other words, he is calculative but overall he is good.
At the height of his power, he was crowned king or devil to non-Demonoid. Sadly, his teachings were falling on deaf ears as the others didn’t believe in them. It had been many years of him slaughtering his own kind to keep the rest of them safe. To him, too many clans were stifled because of their arrogance. They wouldn’t listen, they wouldn’t learn. Faint buzzing noise in the back of his mind as he rubbed his temples. Slowly he pulled his face down and his hands fell to his sides.
“Enough.” He whispered as he looked at the ground. His hands moved to the crown atop his head and he pulled it off. Silence entered the room as all eyes stared at him. The room itself had 16 clan heads seated around a table. The table itself was a massive stone slab that was cut into a strange triangle with cuts and additions in it making space for each of them. It was also tiered giving status to those seated. Val sat at the highest point. For the first time in his life, his shoulders were slumped as he spun the crown on the table.
“Îndoiți la my va.” He chanted and as he did he flicked his wrist, the crown crumpled into a small sphere. Glyphs, runes, etchings, and other magics formed on the orb and within.
“The one who can form this into the true crown may lead.” He stated flatly and rolled the orb to the center of the table.
Silence… finally. It took him some time to move to a chamber he created at the top of an old stone castle. Everyone he knew or loved had died in the war. The building was silent, save for the sound of his footfalls. When he finally stopped he was in a very small stuffy dark room. In it sat a stone sarcophagus. It took him many years to create a home in which nothing could enter. The vast amount of magic inlaid into the stonework was immense. The stone was a dark purple color.
Gently he swept his hand across the container until he reached a small depiction on it. These were all wars that he had been in and fought in. His wife thought it ideal to recount his accomplishments on something. Only after she died did he find out exactly where. One such battle depicted him wielding a sword and running through many foes. His eyes locked onto the sword and then pressed his finger firmly. The sword itself pricked his finger and blood fell onto the ground in the depiction. When it did all the figures moved on the sarcophagus as the lid opened. It was something done to hide the exact location of where the lid parts from the base.
Inside was probably big enough to fit two people comfortably and it was padded. He placed what few precious belongings he had into the empty sections surrounding where he would lay. Once inside he closed the lid allowing darkness to overcome him.
Many millennia later...
People moved around the room as if there was no poverty, no poor, no sick, and no wars. They were the top echelon of humanity or some of the top. Some of them were people who inherited their wealth and power.
It sickened him, causing a grimace to cross his face. If only for a second. After all, he had a specific objective for the night in accordance with his master. He needed to tend to his master’s family and business while he was away. Therefore, he buried his displeasure and placed a masked smile across his face.
The party wasn’t like the others he was forced to attend. This one was actually a little fun. However, again he digressed from his duties and reminded himself of his contract. People were confused by his stature and beauty and thought he was a painting or sculpture. A note that he should change his form to be less… perfect. Less himself, at least in appearance.
The night went on and some danced, others chatted about daily issues, and there were those who partook of the food. He was proud of the maids, butlers, and security detail. Mainly because he handpicked each of them as well as trained them. It wasn’t one-sided training. He picked up knowledge of the current era and what was to be expected in specific situations. However, this one was special and his master informed him what they would need to do. Each was like a shadow and didn’t speak unless spoken to.
When the lights went out he didn’t panic, it was like a natural reflex for him as his eyes changed. He could see in the dark as well as in the light. His duty was to make sure that his master’s family stayed safe. Therefore, he moved closer to his charges and observed. There was a small group of figures moving about. Hooded and wearing masks. “Extra cautious.” He thought to himself.
One of them made their way over to his charges. However, before they got close enough he moved to intercept. There was a moment of disbelief and uncertainty in the cloaked figures response as they tried to avoid him. They probably thought that he had moved there accidentally in the dark. However, that was replaced with surprise when Val knelt down to head level with the figure and locked eyes with it.
Again, the figure thought it was just a coincidence and tried to move, however, Val moved with them. It was almost like looking into a mirror and trying to walk through it. This time the figure froze and looked at him. Val only smiled and did a shoo motion with his left hand. His right hand was on the hilt of his black knife, which rested in its sheath on his hip. The figure took the queue and darted to others at the party. It looked like they were trying to make up for the lost time. One was at the camera and placed their hand on it. Well, more of a finger or thumb. After about two minutes they all seemingly vanished.
It made him smile to see that there were others with abilities akin to his own. However, that smile vanished as he moved back into his spot as a guardian. He knelt down near his lord’s daughter and calmed her with his voice. After a while the lights came back on. It was strange to him as they should have come on within a few moments. Redundant systems were in place to stop this exact thing from happening.
Val moved through the crowd standing behind his mistress and mini mistress. The wife and daughter of the man who held the event. They were now in line with everyone else waiting for their minds to be read. It was interesting to watch the people in line squirm as if they had something to hide. Some burst out and it only made him smile.
While they were in line Val was tapping away at his phone with his offhand. It was an apology and reimbursement letter to all guests who had lost something that night. Of course in preparation for lost belongings, everyone had to fill out a list and sign a letter for entrance. The letter stated that they would work with the authorities in order to get back any/all belongings. However, in the event that they cannot then, they would be reimbursed for the amount lost. In essence he was purchasing their belongings.
After that he moved up as it was his turn to be read. Mind reading was an interesting ability. It was hard to fool, however, it was still possible. Normally people would be asked a question that would bring forth a memory to the surface. However, there were those who could dig deeper into the mind. Deep dive memory collection was difficult and illegal in most areas. This didn’t bother him as he knew how to fool a deep diver. At this point he didn’t feel a need to try though.
He placed his hand on Mrs. Warren’s hand and when he did she started to blush. Slowly it became darker and darker. Soon she was breathing heavily and was crossing her legs. The memory that he pulled to his surface was a bit erotic to say the least. Instead of the normal people in the memory he injected Mrs. and Mr. Warren.
“Are you alright Mrs. Warren?” Val asked her as a smile crossed his face. He then bowed and turned her hand so the back was face-up. Afterward he kissed the top of her hand. As he looked up he gave her a sly wink and moved past her.