Returned - Andreas Ambrose (Rework)

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✧ Kindness
✧ Wisdom
✧ Compassion
✧ Knowledge
✧ Insight
✧ Creativity
✧ Direction
✧ Altruism

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Cynicism
✦ Spiteful (For Foes)
✦ Begrudging

✦ Stubborn
✦ Regretful
✦ Narcissistic



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Parents: Bassil (Father - Deceased) | Rheanna (Mother)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Spartacus (Sire) | Silar and Devlin Macklon (Sired Sons) | Breannan Bea (Sired Daughter) | Several unnamed progeny...
History: Andreas was once a noble birthed in the days ancient Rome, far before the rise of Caligula, of the Popes. According to remaining records and his own word, he was born in the capital of the empire, and was turned in that city at the age of twenty. His maker was a vampire directly turned by a 1st Generation vampire, and a Roman soldier known as Caius. The two were 'heart-crossed' lovers, Andreas serving as his consort and romantic partner, despite the criticism of their peers. However, their paths did part for a time, as the soldier was called off to battle for their country. They were divided, and Andreas slowly lost himself to despair. Several months would pass, and eventually Caius returned, arriving just in time to partake in the festivities of Andreas' 20th birthday. Naturally, Andreas spent as much time with him as possible from that point on, seeing him every night after patrol, and every morning before breakfast. For weeks after their reunion they loved and lived their young, seemingly nromal lives. They even discussed the possibility of Andreas joining the army to be with Caius, being part of the battles they waged against their enemies to the North and South. Unfortunately, the younger man's parents discovered this plan and reclaimed him, beating him within an inch of his life. Caius arrived to the house a mere hour later, with Andreas having already passed into the fogs of death. Thankfully for the pair, Caius had in secret, fed the lad his blood, and thus knew that Andreas would revive. When the young noble awoke, he had a ravenous hunger- which he sated by killing his parents, and several others in the city. By the time he was done, Caius was both horrified and amazed, and quickly dragged the lad away from their homeland...



For nearly four hundred years after this event, Caius and the newly turned Andreas traveled together, creating new identities and personas everywhere they went. They became proficient in so many skills, so many talents, that many men went in search of them for employ. One century they'd be noblemen, the next nomads, and the next after that architects. However, this did not last forever, as few things ever do. A group of old hunters, men under the service of a new faith, discovered Caius after a day of him not feeding, and beheaded him in the dawning of a new morn. Andreas watched this occur from their cave, hiding away behind the nearest wall to avoid exposure. He was horrified, grieving, and full of rage...but he knew better than to fight at such a disadvantage. The young immortal fled from the place before anyone else could discover him, and ran to the only city he had come to adore since his rebirth- Athens. He then remained on the run for a century, fleeing even from Athens because of these new mortal foes, before stopping in Russia to hide among the treacherous czars and draconic queens there for a time. When his time there ended, he once more turned to the road, and hid within the woods of the Motherland. Hunters, witches, and other such hateful fiends would find him from time to time, causing him to retreat even deeper into the wildnerness, becoming a reclusive hermit.



In the year 978 A.D, a group of explorers came across the vampire in his cave- a place he had hollowed out and made into a rather hospitable place. Unfortunately for them, he ended up tearing them apart out of hunger and rage, and read the various journals and missives they had on their bodies. Realizing that the world had changed in his absence, Andreas returned to the society once more, taking up a role as a traveling peddler of antiques, often trading his heirlooms and artifacts for knowledge of the new age. When the year 998 crept around the lunar calendar, he turned to academics and took off to England, leading the front in historical Latin studies and occultism, which often resulted in the criticism and scrutiny of his peers and the Church. Despite these obstacles, he continued his work and studies, right up until his secret was again uncovered in 1024 A.D by a nosy student by the name of Harring. Once again the vampire was forced to flee this time from the beautiful city of Edinburgh. He hid in the enchanting hills of Tuscany for a few decades as a wine steward, using an alias to avoid discovery. This kept him safe and satiated for years, before the call of adventure and discovery rose to his heart again. Andreas left his charming friends and allies in this stunning place, and traveled the world again, occasionally staying in Rome to visit the remnants of his family's distant descendants. By 1102 A.D., he was once once more on the run...



Andreas ran for another two centuries, never resting between the hunts and murders that kept him awake. It wasn't until 1342 A.D. when he came back to the world and participated in a handful of wars, deciding to try his hand as a footsoldier, right till the spread of the Black Plague in 1347 A.D. As the last war came to a standstill, he moved on and acted as a plague doctor, roaming the streets of French cities to do aid the sick. He turned a handful of sickly mortals at this time, the first of many to come. Among this lot were his favorite children, namely his first two 'sons'- Silar and Devlin Macklon. These two were young apprentices to Oxford scholars, boys who he and many others respected highly. Because of this unique fondness, he fed them his blood and lifted them from illness, teaching them how to live as vampires once the disease took their lives. He then proceeded to travel with them across the continent until 1360 A.D., when he met his second lover- Francoise Dubanoise, a a sailor. The two met at sea through interactions with Silar, and fell in love after many months of courtship. Sadly, Francoise and his crew were called to war not long after, and were butchered in the fighting two years afterward. This brought Andreas into his second dark period, a time in which he set their ship out to see and slid into a slumber for decades. Only Silar was allowed to wake him, and even when he rose, the ancient remained silent and broken...



When he eventually moved on from this tragedy, he took back the wheel of the ship and lead his sons to his home in Rome, where they remained for another two centuries, running a minute coven of vampiric priests beneath the eye of the Church. In the year 1580 A.D., Andreas fell in love again, this time for a young officer named Caleb, who then served as his paramour. They remained together until Caleb died of old age, leaving Andreas alone again. This time though, he pressed on, living his life away from his progeny until 1790, when he abandoned his coven altogether and took to the New World. It was here that he built a home in the land that became the state of Virginia, and became a rather wealthy businessman and artist, who assisted in the rescue of slaves. To further aid the Railroad, he even turned a number of their most learned members, providing them the strength to fight their oppressors. This continued on till the era of the Civil War, in which the president, Abraham Lincoln, somehow managed to discern his true nature, and requested his assistance as an advisor. By the time the war was over, they had compiled a rather extensive collection of files regarding paranormal activities and society. Andreas now remains one of the few who knows the location of this hidden library...



Following the war, Andreas took up residence in his Virginia estate until World War I. He fought for all four years on the front lines as a footsoldier again, never falling once during combat. It wasn't until 1940 that he returned home however, discovering that the estate had been burned down- a warning from a rather exclusive collective of hunters. To protect himself from further antagonism, Andreas arranged a deal with a nearby coven of witches, offering them his financial and political support in exchange for a home and their protection. This act eventually brought forth conflict with the mafia, who were at odds with the coven for past deeds. It was through this criminal organization that he met his latest lover, Matthew Bea, a low ranking mafia member who shot him in the middle of a crossfire. The two fell for each other after Tony took care of him, revealing that this faction of the organization consisted of hunters and hunter descendants, most of whom had records regarding Rose. When this news got out, the witches had him killed using hex bags, and used his life to cast a spell that rid them of their mortal shells. Before Tony died though, he made Andreas promise to take care of his sister, Brennan.



Andreas kept this promise, even turning her when she requested it in 1956. Brennan would even take over his new business in Brooklyn some time later, and let him enjoy the benefits of rich and plentiful life for decades. Sadly that balance was again broken in 1999, as he reclaimed the company and took Brennan under his wing as his assitant, which began an entire cascade of unfortunate events...






Alias: Magick
How did you find us?: I'm a former player (formerly known just as Andreas) who came back. I originally found you guys on a Google Search while looking for a Supernatural roleplaying site.
Experience: I have 6+ years of general roleplaying experience, with my list of sites ranging from Facebook to Google+, Mythic Reign to ProBoards, and more recently- Writer's Realm and Discord.
Other Characters: N/A (Formerly Renard Velentis and Ganymede)
RP Sample: A gasp- so loud and so simple that even the most base of creatures could hear and understand its meaning. A gasp that spoke volumes, as its producer rose from the oaken slabs of his elaborate coffin, and glanced around at his environment. "Where am I?" Was only the first question to come from the ancient's mind as he arose- the first of many. He glanced around the room, awe in his eyes. The room within which he stood, was one marble and wood, polished and shined from end to end, corner to corner, and head to head. Whoever cared for this place, had known well enough how he liked it.



Another gasp was elicited from his lips as he realized something else- his throat was as dry as dust on a chandelier. He hadn't fed in...however long it had been, and right now, he could use a drink. So he stepped from his ancient, polished coffin, and wandered towards the large ivory doors before him. Without daring to hesitate, or even caution himself against such a decision, he flung them open...and flooded the room with sunlight so bright that it would blind any man...





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