Simon Renolds
Character Bio
Name
Simon Renolds
Player
Almondus
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Vampire
Age
2000
Claimed
Orientation
Heterosexual
Hair
Dirty Blond
Eyes
Light Brown
Height
6'2
Appearance
Simon has messy dark blond hair that he keeps just short enough to stay out of his eyes. The man is slender. Though toned he doesn't have any noticable six pack abs, just a lean smooth expanse of skin leading down. His arms are long, almost giving him a lanky appearance if it weren't for his face. His face is classicly handsom. Strong jaw and full masculine lips that have won him the attraction of others in the past and undoubtably helped to bolster the arragance that occasionally flashes in his eyes.
Personality
Simon is at heart self interested. Not to the extent of being purposefully mean towards others, but he simply puts himself first in all things. He once wore his emotions on his sleeves and got himself into more then a bit of trouble by doing so, and that hidden part of him will still flair up in extreme circumstances, but by and large he tends to be a quiet observer, learning how people are around one another and soaking it in so he can find out how he best fits.
Ability
- Bliss and Horror: Brings about feelings of bliss and horror in others
- Empathic Manipulation: Controls emotions of others
Ons & Offs
History
Simon was born in what is now Wales. A small farm just outside of Cardiff. He was a hard working man and his family kept to the old tribal ways. Druid elders would come and heal the sick, perform rituals to ensure that the crops would come in and would pray to drive away evil spirits. Simon admired them for the respect that they'd earned from his family and strove to learn more.
As a young man he had the attention of most of the girls of his village. Though he certainly took time to get to know them, he wasn't driven to take one as a wife. Instead he befriended an older man that was a druid that regularly helped out in town by the name of Alfred. He was a kind soul and started teaching Simon about the different herbs and rights that were needed to help the crops, how to deliver babies and how to look to the stars to know when the seasons would turn.
Simon was an apt learner, and in turn for the lessons he received would help chop wood for the winter and hunt for the man. Time passed, and Simon found his own plot of land to farm. He made enough to get by, but never devoted his full time to it as other men did. His family began to wonder if he'd ever settle down and some rumors began to pass about the village of how much time he was spending with Alfred. For the most part, Simon shrugged it off until one night when he went to visit Alfred something was strangely different.
It was maybe an hour after the sun had set when he came to visit Alfred's home, but there wasn't any smoke spilling from the chimney. It wasn't like the old man to not keep to his habits. In the five years that he'd known him Alfred had kept close to his routines saying that if it weren't for them his body would forget to wake up in the morning and he'd be lost to the world. Simon picked up his pace and ran to the door, announcing himself as it swung open in a worried, frantic voice.
A horrific scene greeted him there. His teacher deathly pale and in the arms of a hooded figure. The stranger was keeling down with the older man in its arms. Simon's hand flew towards the long knife he'd kept at his side and shouted for the person to let his friend go and that is all he remembers of that night. Try as he did, the man was never able to truly remember what happened in those eventful few moments, only what followed.
He awoke shivering violently in a strange room. The shutters were open letting the pale light of the stars flood the space he was in, and as his eyes focused it had seemed that the world had changed. Everything seemed, clearer, more detailed then it had been. The room was sparsely furnished. A bed, a chest and a wardrobe pressed against the back wall. He pushed the thick covers and animal skins that were covering him in the bed off and got up, teeth clattering in the cold. The pop of sap fizzling drew his attention and he moved closer to the fire finding it hard to think with the incessant distractions on his thoughts of cold and... hunger.
Simon drew closer to the fire and still didn't feel warm. Closer still he crouched down, standing on the lip of the fireplace and leaning by it until the flames almost touched his skin. It was better, but he should be sweating at this point. He frowned, pulling away as his flesh slowly warmed and his thoughts came back more easily now. The dark figure, Alfred, his location, all questions that he had no answers to. It was then that the door creaked open.
A stunningly attractive woman was there dressed provocatively. Her dress short enough that it kissed the top of her thighs and dropped low upon her breasts revealing that milky flesh but denying him the peeks of her nipples. "I mean you no harm young one.." she said pausing by the door. She was barefoot, pale, and had long blood red curls of hair drifting down her shoulders to the small of her back. She moved silently towards him, not even creaking the floor boards beneath her.
"Alfred was a friend of mine, though he refused the gift I offered. Instead I gave it to you. We can speak more of that later however Simon. Now you are hungry. The first night is always hard. I've already fed you a bit youngling, to keep you from being completely feral. But your thoughts are slow now.." she said in a soft enchanting voice. The woman brought her palm up to lovingly caress his stubbly cheek. A hypnotically velvet tone in her voice as she held his gaze. "Relax now and follow me.." she purred before turning away and offering him the view of her skirt brushing just below her tight little ass. Simon obeyed.
"My name is Clairia. As Alfred was once your teacher, I am. Unlike him I will not allow you to go home, and I will not allow you to be distracted by unimportant things," she explained leading him to the main room of the stone cottage they were in. "Now what do you see here.." she asked motioning to the woman that was tied up before them. She was in her early twenties and was stark naked save for the coarse rope that held her wrists and ankles securely behind her and fastened to a support beam that held the thatch roof overhead.
Simon tensed and reached for a knife that wasn't there. "I see a crime Clairia.." he said tensely reading himself to strike the woman until her hands brushed against his arm and he instantly relaxed. It felt as if the tension in his muscles had turned to water and dripped away. Only peace filled his thoughts, the kind of calm that he usually enjoyed after a day of working on the farm and watching the sun set behind the hills.
"No crime Simon. It is nature. The same nature of wolf and lamb that Alfred taught you of. Just now.. your the wolf.." she whispered into his ear allowing her lips to brush against his skin and send sparks of electricity up his spine. Excitement rushed into him as that bestial hunger thundered more loudly in his thoughts to feed.
"I don't... understand.." He said as her fingers moved on, dancing against his form and finding the fastening of his trousers before moving up to undo his shirt buttons. That same calm that she'd breathed into him held fast and he stood transfixed as the bound and gagged girls eyes went wide pleading him for mercy.
"Druids seek to find harmony in nature youngling," she said stripping him of his clothes and letting them fall to the floor. "I have made you a part of it. A predator, a hunter, a.. mm.. god," she said sweetly before taking to her knees and swallowing his hardening cock without question. Dainty fingers moved up to caress his balls as she pleasured him. Lips popping wetly from their work to occasionally speak. "She is food, she is the lamb.. her blood is yours by right" Clarira said before drawing her long tongue up his shaft and looking him in his eyes.
"Run your tongue across your teeth lovely, feel the sharpness. Don't you want to bite her throat, and... drink her in?" she said before again lowering down once more, plunging his cock deep down the warm clenching tissue of her throat. With a sudden movement she pulled off of him and walked behind the frightened woman. Her hands roaming across the ropes and across the girls breasts erotically. "She's waiting.." Clairia purred.
Simon was taken in by the spell, and was little more then a pawn. The man knelt next to his offering and kissed her, letting his hands move over both the women in turn before he felt Claria's nimble fingers strangling his cock, stroking him as her voice came again to urge him to bite the girl, to taste her blood. It was strangely echoed in his mind, and pushed away all else until he found his lips fast upon the girls throat. The pulse of her heartbeat soon beating in time to the mind shattering climax that Clairia's hands had worked him to. Again his mind knew darkness. Over the next hundred years he was taught of how to use his powers. How to feed while controlling himself. Killing only when needed to cull the greater heard of humanity, but most importantly he was taught how to live beneath the notice of others. How to keep himself hidden from the sun and from the dangerous questions that could lead to his exposure.
The romans came and built their cities and baths. Simon found himself north of Hadrian's wall fighting against their incursions at night. Killing more then a few of them and putting fear into the legionnaires hearts of what lurked in the night, but it wasn't him that turned them back. It was the crumbling of their own empire. Simon moved further south when the Saxons invaded and built their castles. The man using it as an opportunity to gain more influence on the politics of man. It was around this time that Clairia left him suddenly, only saying that he didn't need her anymore and that she'd done her part.
For a time Simon felt as if he was content. He'd carved out a small corner of land that was under his control, and managed to stay far enough out of the light that he was never called to courtly proceedings. The Viking raids that followed did little to effect him other then give him a cover story on how he 'died' to throw off any suspicion of his age.
He continued with his hunting practices up past the renaissance and the American revolution. It was how nature intended after all. He wouldn't kill unless it was needed, but had no hesitation to do it when it was called for. Simon became less and less active in the affairs of mortals and strove harder to find ways to protect himself and his personal interests from the degradation of time.
Around the 1800's he took interest in the stock market finding it a better way to invest some of his wealth rather then just putting it into land and physical holdings of gold. Through the years he's won and lost several fortunes, but currently makes enough from dividends to support his lifestyle without touching the principle of it. Time was a vampires best asset, and something that Simon learned to leverage fully with his investing. Though it wasn't farming, it did hold a number of similarities to the occupation he'd been raised to years ago.
Presently he's taken an interest in the states. Other vampires have made themselves known there through discreet channels for taking on blood dolls and not having to expose themselves to the perils of hunting. It was a curious idea. Something that honestly split Simon between the teachings of how things should be, and the practicality of having something sustained and predictable much like his finances were. In any case he felt that the only way to be sure of the proper course of action would be to spend some time in the states to personally find out just what the benefits of such a practice would be.
