Wanted for Journal Based RPG: Brother Thomas Wanted: Brother Thomas Game:dpmod For Whom?:toxic_love aka Sabbah Surreal, aka Velvet Suggested Age: Depends on what race you make him, he should be middle aged for whatever is chosen. Probably human or Vamp. Suggested PB: Any Faction: haha, now that is the question. He's a member of the Brotherhood of the Damned, but of a splinter sect of the purity cult interested in preserving the Histories. That said, we don't really know who he works for. Potential Plot Lines?: He's been NPC (sort of, mostly as mentions rather than actual NPC face time) as Sabbah's contact/trainer/fixer. He could well be the one orchastrating any number of deaths in game, masterminding such things, or working with the powers that be... from either or both sides.... Anything Else?: See above. Feel free to ping me on AiM at sayyidajaida with questions about Brother Thomas.
For as long as anyone could remember, vampires ruled the lands. Their superior breeding and power allowed the creatures to crush all other races beneath the weight of their will. Mortals, those without the power to fend off these monsters, found themselves trapped within the web of these creatures with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. It was the sweat of mortal men that built the Sanguis, The Red City, and it was the bellies of mortal women who bore the next generation of slaves for their vampire mistresses. Those who could work and entertain were spared from joining the food chain or from dying in the blood baths, but for so long there was fear that nothing would ever change the way the world worked.
By night, they were ruled by the vampires and, by day, the people cried for their god. They cried out for deliverance from these unholy creatures that held their very lives in the palms of their hands, but their pleas fell upon seemingly deaf ears. Because their god would not or could not hear them, the mortals sought help from other deities. Some desperate souls searched for power within nature and the mother goddess. They danced and prayed, hoping that the mother would hear them and take them to her breast, but instead found themselves struck down by the beasts of the wild. The curse of the mother fell upon them and, under the light of the full moon, man became beast. These cursed beings were the hope of their people, but they were no match for the race that held entire families hostage within The Red City. The werewolves, as they are now known, were crushed beneath the weight of vampire might and brought into submission, only to be chased out of their homes by the vampires because their blood now tasted bitter upon their mistresses tongues.
Time wore on and those cursed creatures were lost, but not entirely forgotten. The Children of Adam saw that their people's cries had been answered by one deity so could they possibly find the voice of another? Desperate for liberation, other mortals looked toward the dark arts and the dark gods. Sacrifices where made and hexes cast in hopes of bringing forth creatures to help them fight their relentless masters. These unfortunate souls were able to summon the darkest and most grotesque of demons from the fiery pits of the underworld. But these monstrous creatures did not want freedom for the mortals, they wanted freedom for themselves. One of the oldest laws of their god was to never put trust into those creatures that they dubbed demons, but the Children of Adam, desperate to be free, did not heed the warnings of their god. Instead, men and women forged pacts with these unholy abominations. In exchange for freeing them from the harsh rule of their vampire overseers, the demons would be granted possession of strong and beautiful human bodies. By freeing mankind, the demons would be granted their own freedom from the underworld.
A century of war, the Immortal War, was waged between the two races. Both sides were dealt heavy casualties and the damage to the kingdom was more than the mortals could have ever imagined. It was not the kind of freedom they expected. Fathers watched their sons slaughtered by hungry vampires. Mothers watched their daughters taken away to be bred like animals. It was all too much and, eventually, it all had to give. Both races stood at a stalemate as neither was willing to admit defeat, but neither was ready to lose their most prized possessions – the mortals. A blood-truce was drawn up between the races calling for an ill-tempered, but ever-lasting peace between the warriors. Neither vampire nor demon trusted the other to keep it sacred and the fate of their pet humans hung in the balance. Who would keep the treaty? Vampire could not. Demon could not. So, it was then that the shunned children of those who carried the bestial mark were called back into the fray. They could be turned neither to demon nor to vampire so the cursed ones were the most logical choice to keep the treaty and hold it sacred. Those who were cursed, were now blessed.
Once the war was over, the day did come when the demons cashed in on the oath of the mortals and took human form, freeing them from their underworld masters. The creatures retained their unholy abilities, but they were now mortal and could multiply as mortals did. Vampires also took what they needed to survive, but the bloodbaths became a thing of the past. Children no longer watched their parents being slaughtered in front of them. Instead, mortals became the subjects of two new royal houses. Under the new treaty, the power of the throne was to be shared between vampire and demon, the two races alternating their time upon the throne at the death of each reigning ruler. The werewolves were set aside as the regents and caretakers of the throne itself while mortals were left alone to scatter and multiply in the aftermath of war.
Centuries would pass between rulers and the times of war seemed to almost be forgotten. Even when some rulers' deaths seemed somewhat unnatural, the treaty was always upheld. Those cursed descendants always presided over the ceremonies unto which the power of the government changed hands. Eventually, the winds of change blew through the lands and the times evolved as well. New cities sprang up in the wilds of the lands and an industrial revolution took hold. The future was set in the sights of both the royal houses and the humans, though not forgotten, became the workforce that would build up the lands into something even better than it was before.
But even something as simple as your perception can be deceptive and nothing is ever perfect...
The descendants of the first demons grow tired of sharing their power with old vampires. Vampires have a growing disgust for the childish behavior of these mortal-like demons. And now, with the passing of the latest demon king, the two great races prepare for what is to come. The vampires are pressing for a quick turn-over, but the demons are trying to delay the inevitable as the Queen asserts her right to rule in her husband’s stead. She insists that her husband's passing was unnatural -- not a sickness, but murder. Information is coming to light that the vampires and demons are keeping secrets from each other, very much against the blood-treaty that was forged between them. Once again, the people are restless and the wolves are resurfacing, bringing with them the tides of change.
But it seems the werewolves, keepers of the ancient treaty, are being targeted by someone or something. Their numbers are slowly being thinned as if to try to stop the power transfer. All blame seems to fall upon the demons as they are the current keepers of the throne, but the queen is thoroughly denying this action. Everything that seemed to keep the peace for so long is slowly being ripped apart. Is it the vampires? The demons? Or someone else entirely?