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Name: Gremourne (His 'Real' Name, Refuses to tell)
Second Name: Daeroth (This name he reveals to those who knows him, usually other Nuit.)
Nickname: The Man of Many Names (A common title many older Nuit can share)
Other Aliases: =The list is far to Long=
Race: Nuit
Age: 246 Years.
Birthday: First of Spring, 266 AV.
"Do you think me a monster? A souless Undead? A cold heartless evil? Do you fear me, Humans? You should, for i have achieved immortality. I no longer feel the need to quench hunger or thirst, i need not sleep. And i can not Die."
Current Appearance:
Gremournes Current Appearance is that of a Man, a slightly aged man in his mid-fourties. But his age appears far older now With black bags underneath his eyes. Long wrinkles and very early signs of decay on random spots throughout his body. And like all Nuit he has a distinct black tounge and Pale-Dead skin. His current Body, posseses a Hooked nose, bald head, small thin 'bird' lips, soft eyebrows, saggy beady eyes, long ears and various sunspots or 'Beauty Marks' covering his face and body. The current body looks horribly malnourished, with boney arms and legs, chapped lips and a visable ribcage. Despite this he still has broad shoulders and a masculant posture.
As for clothing Gremourne wears a long robe Grey in color, with a Cowl that hides his features. And Hide Boots.
Character Concept:
Gremourne is a enigma, a puzzle that no one can solve. His inital intentions are very unclear, but when does something, wrong or right, he says it was needed. He seems to take a liking to human 'anatomy' and puts his knowledge to use, using his embalming skill to remove organs and disembowel humans without killing them. This, many people around him. Know, but like a puzzle peice, you can't seem to fit it anywhere and may take hours to figure out.
Character Personality:
How could one describe Gremournes personality without discrediting him? Well, in a greet and meet scenario Gremourne would seem to have no emotion, his face blank. His words always cold and shallow, and it would appear he feels no pity or remorse. No anger or sadness. Not even happiness, The trueness behind it is; He very much so has emotion, but masks them well. And is very slow to anger or sadness and even slow to happiness, although the occasional smile or two occurs when he feels content to.
Likes: Undeath, Torture, Akvatari, Kelvics, Magic, Puzzles, Riddles, Books and the color Pink.
Dislikes: Humans, Sometimes. Idiots, Death, Mortality, and Ritualistic Worship (Myrians and the Black Sun make fine examples.)
Religion and Belief:
Gremourne does not worship any gods or goddesses, but pays respect to Uldr, god of undeath. His beliefs are short and simple; Knowledge.
"I've seen lots. Survived through alot. Felt Alot, i felt pain, sadness and regret. Once i had become my current self, i felt like i should have decapitated myself or slash open my veins and let my Ichor flow till i die. But i couldn't, and i realized that being a Nuit is a gift as much as it is a curse."
HISTORY
A lifes story :
Pre-Creation:
I write here, my life story. I am Daeroth, Born almost Two-Hundered and Fifty years ago. I have found and discovered immortality, and my secret is so very common knowledge. I am a Nuit.
My life started, in Spring. The first day of Spring, When i was born into a world that was devasted by a Valterrian. My mother cradled me so kindly, a smile was probably on her face. But i was still blinded by the light of the real world, then i saw it. The face of beauty, the glistening shine of kindess. I saw my mother, she had a sense about her, a warm aura that comforted me. She was well dressed, Her arms extended and her Long golden locks falling over her shoulders as she knelt, smiling with pride. My father was standing behind her, he had a grin but had a certain strictness with him. It took me a while to realize, i was standing! Standing and healthy, almost a year had passed and i didn't even know. A year at that time felt no more than a hour, due to my... Small and Barely Consious baby-brain not completely functioning as it should. My first step, i almost fell. But i picked myself up before i face planted into the floor, my mother had jerked foward in a sense of protection. But backed away as i came up on my own and started walking again, i had thought i figured it out. Left Foot, Right foot, Left Foot Right foot. One foot after another, Balance yourself with your arms. It was terribly hard, but with encouragement from both my mother and father i succesfully made it into my mothers arms and cuddled into her arms as she picked me up.
It wasn't long before i started talking either, my first word was my own name "Abram" Yes, that was what it was... Abram Gremourne. Then, i started saying Mama, Dada, and picked up words everyone around me said.
I was finally intelligent now, Seven i think it was. Oh! i would get into all sorts of mischief, stealing apples and sharing it with my friends or scaring Misses Hammitor's Kelvic Bondmate. Which was, by all accounts.. A Cat. My father scolded me well, grounding me inside with no toys and no visits from my Good Blood-Brothers as we exchanged blood to be brothers. A 'Friends for Life' pact, which we kept true.
Then, when i would get into trouble.. When i was much older, Thirteen i believe it started happening. My father scolded me by whipping my hands when i stole apples or drenching me in cold water when i scared The Kelvic Cat, i took my punishments. I deserved them, but back then i didn't understand. I admit that i was Ignorant and Stubborn and sometimes Stupid for my own tastes and i continued to do bad things and soon got into trouble with the authorities and spent a entire night in jail. I scruffed it out, and stopped. No matter how many times my friends urged me to do something bad.
My Memory gets foggy, far to foggy then it should but.. When i was Twenty and when i left my Living Parents, i found myself the product of a ritual. Kidnapped i was, i felt my body turn cold as a metalic liquid poured down my throat, when the... Ichor of a Nuit poured into my throat, it was a hefty amount. And i was left to turn into one of them. This is how they.... I.... Reproduce.
I tried returning home, i wasn't crying. But i wanted to.. I didn't know what just happened, or why. But i felt, in my sub-conscious that i dind't want to see or meet my parents, and i avoided them. When i realized what i was, i stood at the edge of a cliff. Many times, looking down at the rocky surface below. Dreaming of jumping off, sometimes i would cut my skin, letting drops of Ichor flow and thought of slitting my own throat. But i didn't, and as i soon found out, i needed to posses a new body. So i did, i spent a while observing and picking the body's. Looking for one that resembled me the most, once i was satisfyied i entered it. And the experience was strange, transferring bodies is no pleasent task. You almost feel truely dead for a moment. Then it fades black. And i opened my eyes my back to the ground, and i started to sit up. My reactions were sluggish and slow, and i didn't feel most of my new body.
I stayed in the body for almost a year, i was so young.. So worried about appearance i sometimes spent days picking a new body. I continued this, before i thought of something greater. I devoted my never-ending life to the research and gathering of knowledge and i found myself not caring about the details of bodies anymore. Nor the sorrow of me being a undead Menace. I felt truely Alive, for the first time since i was born. both into life, and undeath.
So i searched. For Two-Hundered and Twenty-Three years i traveled, and explored. Discovering things, learning things. Before 'Settling down' In Sylira, on the coast facing Sahova. Where i put my knowledge into research. I didn't get a room, or a house. I got a pavilion tent. no bed, but lots of tables and bookshelves. Where i would sit, and experiment constantly. Sometimes with or on.. Humans. Now my life is now. This date, winter of Five-Twelve AV. And i reserve the rest of these pages. Of this old, smelly tome. For which i shall write in every season till i die.
Post-Creation:
"I have had many possesions, and much gold. I have had old musty clothes. And fine Velvet robes. I've had things stolen, and things bought. And some just taken and found. These things are of no importancy to me, but modesty is required."
POSSESIONS AND LEDGER
HOUSING: Pavilion Tent
Tent Set Up :
1: Arm Chair 2: Desk, This is where the Blank Books are located as well as Ink and Quills. 3. One of the tables, Holds the Acids. 4. Another table, Has the Embroidering Kit and Surgeons kit set up here. With the Bedroll rolled up underneath. 5. Another table, Contains the Philtering Kit and Mortar and Pestle. 6. Table that Has nothing on it, Used to set down random things. 7. The Table used to strap down things. 6. The bookshelf (Currently no books.)
[*] Set of Grey Silk Robes [*] Black Dyed Fur Cloak [*] Leather Gloves [*] Hide boots, low. [*] Pavilion tent: Each wall is Twelve feet long and 6'5" Tall, [*] Bedroll [*] Four Five Feet Long Tables, wooden(Stand Three Feet tall) [Average] [*] One Six Foot Long Table, Made of wood. But the surface has been reinforced with metal. Slits cut to allow Leather Straps to wrap around things, sometimes wrists, ankles and heads. [Average] [*] One Desk [Good] [*] One bookcase [Average] [*] Dagger, Assassins. [*] Acid, Nine 1-Pint Flasks. [*] One Philtering Kit [*] One Surgeons Kit. [*] Three Blank Books [*] Three Vials of Ink [*] Three Quills [*] Embroidering Kit [*] Mortar And Pestle [*] Armchair [Average] [*] Five Strong Leather Belts.
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Gremourne The Man of Many Names 
by Gremourne on January 4th, 2013, 5:12 am 
