Thousand Year Old Vampire

 Mortals 

  • Ethelred, my father and owner of our flock of sheep and home

  • Cwenhild, a friend from my childhood, daughter of the blacksmith and my love

  • Harold, a local farmer and my childhood bully.


Immortals

  • Bjarne, a Norse raider, leader of men and monster of the night.


Mark

  • My stomach was torn open, my organs were eaten. Now my stomach cavity is an empty hole.


Skills

  • Ear for Music

  • Smell the weather on the wind

  • Carving wood is fun


Resources

  • The family flock of sheep

  • My lute, carved myself

  • A knife given to me by my father


Memory 1- My Life

  • My name is Godric, son of Ethelred, a Saxon shepherd in the 9th century of Our Lord in the village of Kent.


Memory 2-Music like Laughter

  • I play my lute for Cwenhild, enjoying entertaining my friend.


Memory 3- A craft and hobby, inherited

  • My Father presents to me a carving knife one year, the same his father gave him as a boy, and I quickly take to whittling in the long evenings of winter.


Memory 4- Enjoying the misfortune of another

  • I know the weather will change this evening, my sense is rarely wrong. I gain some small petty pleasure in "forgetting" to tell Harold to finish things before the storm hits.


Memory 5- 

  • Tending my flock late at night, a monster of a man attacked the village. He stood with his raiders, and they fell upon us in the dark. We tried to flee, but their leader chased me down. I tried to fight back, nothing I could do made a difference. He tore my stomach out, and now I too am a monster.

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my intro character sheet...thing for thousand year old vampire.

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