Uralt

The Ancient One

# Character Information

## Background

Born in the year 650 BC, in modern day Austria after the immense changes to the climate in Europe caused his tribe to move south from the Baltics in order to survive. The whirlwind of emotions and grief these sudden changes caused flared up the ambient mana in Europe, causing Dominik to be born a spike baby, an Elf or at least a Human with the aspects of Elves.

During the summer of 628 BC, Dominik had been sent by his Father to collect mushrooms, plants and other herbs out in the wilderness around their village. The young Dominik had done this a million times before, perfectly comfortable around his home, picking whatever needed...but something felt different that day, felt out of place. He scoured the area for hours finding a grotto or cave he had never seen before, one that had become present thanks to shifting mud. He thought nothing strange of it, entering to explore while he still had a few hours. The place felt warm, not in a physical way, but warm on a spiritual level, made him feel fuzzy inside, until he came to a small pond. He was thirsty, having walked quite the trek to get here and generally knew springs were safe to drink from...this one wasn't. It had a latent form of HMHVV sat on an inactive leyline, this cave was buried to hide it. It took days for the disease to take him, wracking him with fevers and cramps, wishing for death. It had manifested as HMHVV Strain 1, and not knowing he himself was a Spike Baby, one of the first Elves before the Awakening or at least sharing DNA with them, it had turned him into a Banshee. It was like no other disease...the Elders could not find something within him...it wasn’t a physical germ but an affliction on the soul...one that had latched on when he entered that cave.

His village did not throw him out at first, he looked gaunt yes, but that was expected after recovering from such a painful disease. For weeks after he felt strange, no matter what he ate, or how much of it, he couldn't satiate his hunger or keep the food down. This frightened him, was he being punished by the Gods? If so, why? What did he do wrong? This guilt wracked him, battering against his soul until it was nothing but a spark...then one night, when he had worked late, he saw a young woman walking home from a feast...the hunger overtook him, he stalked her and it all came naturally, cornering her and feasting. This act broke him, pushing him near suicide...he hadn't eaten anything physically...though he felt full...like he devoured her soul...the soul is sacred and meant only for the Gods, what kind of monster was he to deny Them? The next few weeks saw attempted suicides from the young man, each one stopped by his parents.

By 626 BC he had imposed exile upon himself as he felt the hunger return, not wanting to harm anyone from his home. He wandered, wandered and wandered some more in between bouts of hibernation...he had no idea where he was, or even if he was alive anymore, the trees shifted colour and the ground felt oblong to him...it was almost like magic how the ground was shifting beneath his feet. This continued for decades, showing no signs of aging himself, avoiding sunlight where possible and only feeding on those he had deemed worthy to die in such a way...though he only fed rarely. He had watched chiefs, governors and kings fall in these times, keeping a close eye upon those next to them...always magnificent, gorgeous, powerful people...they all had something in common to him, they were always graceful, angelic even...were they the same person? No, they always looked different...some even had pointed ears...Elves? Like from the stories?

This obsession plagued him as he scoured the Earth for any knowledge he could find, grimoires written by those with the darkest minds, found in the muddiest corners...stories of Immortals who roamed the world, stories from the Northern Pagans of realms of Elves...were they real? Surely they weren't...Elves don't exist, they are not alive...or are they? Are they running the fabric of society as we see it? Beings playing God on Their behalf? Disgusting...Dominik was filled with a fire, a fire to find the truth of these things. This pursuit lasted across centuries, separated by bouts of hibernation he was forced into. He went to every major event he heard of; Wars, Parties, Parades, Treaties...if it was big enough to change the world and spike mana and he was awake...he'd be there.

He had found himself touching every corner of the world in his travels, it was easier to do when you had untold decades to simply wander...he came across the Levant and a new creed. The spirits and ancestors he worshipped at home abandoned him...the petty Gods the Romans forced on his people abandoned him...but the people here spoke of a kind, benevolent God. A Lord who created all in His image...even as monstrous as he was...did a God love him?  He latched onto this idea, converting quickly to the early form of Christianity. He could not bring himself to truly abandon the old ways however, learning to meld his beliefs rather than abandon them.

His obsession grew to unprecedented levels...as one day he found what he thought to be an Immortal. This man, with dark skin and darker hair followed by an unearthly grace...he had seen this man centuries prior in old Anatolia...the hunt was on in his mind, this thing must have been an Immortal...hiding behind the leaders of this land and pulling the strings of power. Dominik made it his mission to kill this man, attempting to do so across centuries but never finding any success.

The Siege of Vienna was their last meeting. Upon the fields of Vienna, surrounded by the bodies of Turks, he faced off against what he believed to be one of these Immortals. It wasn't Turkish, nor was it Human...an abomination. They clashed, the fight was not long...Dominik had barely survived, only living by the grace of God and the Winged Hussars arriving and forcing the Turks to retreat, he had lost his arm and a leg in this clash. This battle had confirmed any suspicions he had, though he could not chase as the emotions died down and the mana followed...forced into hibernation once more.

The years coming to The Awakening was his great debut, for the first time in over 2000 years he was able to stay awake for longer than a few months as the mana levels steadily rose, able to hunt to his heart's content...the years had dulled the sense of justice the young Dominik had, feeding on anything that would keep him alive and ready for the hunt. The Immortals must have orchestrated this...monsters being born from Humans, Magic coming out of the story books and into real life...it must be them. He was weak, the hibernation taking a lot out of him each time, unable to retain most of the training he put himself through. Though undeniably superhuman, he wasn't ready. He spent the run-up to the Eurowars training mind, body and soul, finding use of Ware to augment the natural abilities he had lost over the centuries thanks to hibernation or injury at the cost of his inner magic. He fought the Russians and the Turks once more...but couldn't find anything. No trace of the Immortals he once saw in the shadows...the Matrix giving them a new screen to hide behind...it demoralised him...were they gone? Unreachable now? Had Humanity doomed itself with its' own inventions?

He hadn't felt this depressed since his Infection, going back to wandering the world...while he still had hope in his heart that he would find traces of the Immortals...he never did. They had centuries over him to cover their tracks...he felt like he'd never find them again. He still made an effort to travel the world and partake in major events...mostly as a last ditch effort to find something...eventually finding himself in the New World, the Americas, where he decided to stay. The Great Dragon Civil war came around, this was his last chance, if there was nothing here he would throw himself into the nearest volcano. If an Immortal were to show themselves ANYWHERE it would be during a war in Heaven, a war between Greats. he witness Sirrug die and it was there...in that brief moment behind a tree in the Jungle brush...he saw one. It's grace and snake like sneaking familiar to him...this was a puppetmaster...an Immortal. He gave chase, but was too weak having not maintained his ware, he lost the fiend.

A group of Runners found him in the jungle, broken and lost, staring at his mangled form in a pond reminiscent of the one that Infected him. He was big, the ware making him strong even in it's damaged state...they offered him work, connections...he was clearly a man on a mission and there's no better way to complete missions in the 6th world than to go into the Shadows. Dominik was hesitant at first...this was his mission from God, he couldn't afford to let others strike the blow...but he also couldn't afford to go alone in this state. He swallowed his pride, accepting...and the rest was history.

Dominik has changed since 650, changed a lot. Where he was once a compassionate young man with a strong sense of justice and brotherhood...he is now a relentless hunter, plagued by an obsession that would run mortal beings to insanity. The irony of his situation is not lost on him...he hunts and hates those who are like him...but he does not care about the petty inclinations of hypocrisy.  He will cleanse the world of the immortal puppetmasters...the filth who play God...he'll kill them all, even if it takes him another 2000 years to do so

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Adept
* Bilingual (Austrian/Hungarian)
* ExAtt (Magic)
* Changeling
* Infected (Banshee)
* Linguist
* Will to Live 2

* Albinism 2
* Astral Beacon
* Distinctive Style
* Insomnia (Full)
* Superhuman Psychosis
* Vendetta (Immortal Elves)

## Changeling Qualities

* Metagenic Improvement (Body)
* Metagenic Improvement (Willpower)

* Berserker
* Bioluminescence
* Critter Spook
* Nocturnal
* Scent Glands
* Symbiosis

## Run History

- Who is the crooked man?

- The power of god and anime

- A crooked plan

## Affiliations

### Contacts

* Dr.Jonathan Doe Connection 2, Loyalty 4
* Dr.Henry Wallace Connection 6, Loyalty 1
* Flynn the Younger Connection 4, Loyalty 1

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6

## Shadow Community Table

 3
 6

## Appearance

A tall, gaunt figure who has replaced everything below the neck with metal. All that's really left of him is his head, even then half of that has been replaced too, leaving half of his scarred, bald and pale head visible. He has red eyes, reminiscent of Albinism and all of his ware seems ancient, incredliby bulky and adding to his size.

### Clothing

A thick leather duster, big boots and a heavy black cloak or his FBA fashioned after Crusader armour, anything that blocks out the sun.

### Matrix Persona

Paladin decked out in massive armour, wielding a blade fashioned from a Crucifix, has Shamanic and Hellenistic influences