Name: Amok Chevlier Durose
Given Name: Amok Raz
Nicknames: Amun, Ahmen (France & Britain)
Gender: Male
Date & Place of Birth: June 17th 1282; Acre, Israel
Date & Place of Death: June 17th 1309; Carcassonne, France
Actual Age: 729 Years
Apparent Age: 27 Years
Species: Vampire
Coven: The Nephim Coven
Appearance:
Amok stands roughly five foot ten and weighs in at about one hundred and sixty-two pounds. Though his hair is naturally a light brown, he has recently taken to dieing it blond and keeps it cut short and gelled back. He has sharp facial features, but his cheeks, temples and eyes are slightly sunken from a medical condition called Lipoatrophy. The veins on his arms, legs, and neck are more pronounced on his light frame due tot eh same condition. Amok was born with brilliant emerald green eyes and following his transformation in 1309 a halo of topaz yellow formed around his corneas.
On any given night, Amok wears a fitted black short-sleeved shirt with a red rose superimposed over a red equal-arm cross. The rose and cross are trimmed in a thin white border and located on the left breast of the shirt. Tailored black jeans, black boots and leather jacket, with the collar turned up, complete the ensemble. He keeps a pair of lightly tinted sunglasses in his jacket pocket to take the edge off the effects of modern lighting on his eye sight. In his left pants pocket he has a simple pocketknife for utility purposes.
Typically Amok keeps his fangs retracted unless he’s feeding or among safe company, though when the mood strikes him he doesn’t hide what he is from those pestering him. Amok keeps a small metal flask, with the same emblem as his shirt, in his jacket’s interior pocket containing a single feeding of dead blood. The flask was a gift he received for his twenty-fourth birthday. Amok doesn't generally wear many adornments but the one piece he does keep is a platinum cross on a fine-link necklace, that is typically hung under his tee shirt.
History: In a small metal file folder in Amok's room there is a slender journal bound in burgundy leather. In the same case, under the journal are pages that have been ripped from other books.
The earliest passages are written in Naskh. (Arabic) The penmanship is shaky and very unrefined. Their rough translation reads:
July 17th 1291 – It’s been a month since my mother gave me my new journal for my birthday and I’ve written in it almost everyday! I was made a squire today and I should start my training as a kight in the next couple weeks. Being in service to the Templars has been very hard but it is what I was born to do.
September 11th 1291 – The Teutonic Knights are attacking the city. They have already blocked off all the roads leading into and out of the city. We are all held up in the Dome of the Rock at the Temple Mount. The knights are getting ready to abandon the city and leave for Arwad in Syria.
The text is still Naskh but the grammar and penmanship have greatly improved.
September 23rd 1303 – It’s been twelve years since Acre fell to the Teutons and their constant attacks are wearing our order thin. I believe I will begin making preparations to leave for France, I suspect it will not be long before our presence here is extinguished. It will be hard leaving the other knights, especially Ingwas; I may try to convince him to come with me.
October 15th 1303 – All my belongings, including a fare pension form the Church, is all packed and ready to be loaded on the boat tomorrow morning at first light. I’m elated that Ingwas has decided to come with me to Carcassonne; it will be a good chance for us to get away from a live of constant war…
December 7th 1303 – Ingwas and I have found a fair home in the third ring of the city. It’s much nicer then our quarters in the fortresses that we have lived in for years now. Between the two of us, we should be able to keep ourselves in good wine, fresh meat and happiness for many years.
The next few journal entries are an early, very fluid French script.
June 16th 1309 – Tomorrow night Ingwas and I will be going to the Crimson Cat Tavern for drinks and relax with some friends to commemorate my date of birth. Another year older… doesn’t seem like it’s been eighteen years since I left Acre and fifteen since Ingwas and I meet in Arwad.
June 24th 1309 – What could I have done to bring God’s wrath upon me like this? It’s been a week now and the fog in my head is finally starting to clear. I can’t get the images out of my mind, the alley wall stained red with his blood and the look in the demon’s eyes when he turned his topaz glaze to me. It all feels so surreal, but I know it to be real as neither food nor mead can cure my hunger. The Demon's words echo in my ears; his warning and his assurance. I feel the next few weeks will be my greatest trial of faith…
August 1st 1309 – Every word that bustard spoke to me that night was true. I have become one of [i]them. Ingwas' screams are still clear in my mind, and the look of fear in his eyes is seared into my memory. My heart tells me there must have been something more I could have done. Though knowing what I am capable of after only a few weeks, I doubt there was much I could have actually done to stop it. I hope you found open arms waiting for you my love…
June 17th 1423 – I stopped by the Crimson Cat tonight and paid my respects as I have every year since that night. It’s odd going back there. There is a presence there that has lingered. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks, seems to be common place these last few months. It has become much more bearable though. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I AM A VAMPIRE, and I must do things, horrible, evil things to survive. God's will sustain me...
February 12th 1474 – The un-life of a vampire has proven very lonesome… though it is not unexpected. Oddly, I’ve noticed that my appearance changing slowly over the last few years. My face has become sharper, more defined, yet my reflection seems to be growing more distant with time. It’s been twenty years to the day sine I was forced to leave our home in the third ring, and life in the slums of lower ring is far from what I’m use to. Not that living in condemned buildings is much better. I believe it is just about time for me to move on, maybe somewhere farther north like Rouen, France.
May 29th 1560 – The damn Protestants have been desecrating our churches all over the city. I know where my fate lies, after all the things I’ve done there is no question of that. Even still, I have sent a message to the heretics for what they have done. Forty-seven fell tonight alone, bringing the sum to one hundred and fourteen dead in the name of God.
March 10th 1778 – What in God’s name is King Louis thinking!? Sending forces to aid the Americans is completely foolish. What is to be expected though? The stuck up Brits can not control their people any better then they could two centuries ago. This will make feeding far more… uncivilized then I care for.
January 2nd 1881 – I’ve booked passage to England on the channel ferry for this Friday, the seventh. It’s time for a change of pace and scenery. The slow life of Rouen has grown boring, I’ll probably make my way to London. I’ve noticed that as I continue to live and the power of my mental abilities flourishes, my physical strength is slowly withering. I much rather things as the are now though...[/i]
The last two sheets are in a finely scripted English.
November 29th 1892 – I have been in London for a few years now but I’m surprised it took this long for one of them to find me. I was out and about feeding tonight when I was approached by another vampire. He claimed to be part of one of the local covens and invited me to their hall. Their Grandmaster, Berengar, has allowed me stay in their ranks. They are called the Nephim and I’m told that there are four other factions that hold sway on the world stage. From what they have told me I suspect it was a Tarepha that turned me all those years ago…
April 28th 1969 – Most of my time with the Nephim has been spent trying to locate my sire and the vampire who murdered Ingwas. All that I have found are leading me to believe that he has made his way to somewhere in New England. Berengar has encouraged me to pursue the lead and head to the United States. To that end, I have told him of my intentions and he has given me leave. It will be a long, slow trip across the Atlantic but if I can find ‘him’, it will all be worth it.
These entries are the most recent additions to the leather journal. They are written in a simple English font.
November 29th 2008 – I think I’m getting close now. My most recent lead is that he was last seen in a city on the southern edge of Canada called Demaitre. Oddly all five covens control territory there, but that should make it easier to get a new lead…
December 7th 2008 – I’ve finally arrived in Demaitre. I suppose my first matter of business is locating the Nephim coven hall that Berengar spoke of.
Attributes & Abilities:
~ Amok’s body is fairly pigmented for a vampire, and typically is only slightly cooler then the surrounding air, except immediately after feeding. Over the course of many years his outward appearance slowly changes to mimic that of the local population. Amok’s reflections in mirrors is very feint, but still present, and looks ghost-like and has a green tint.
~ Amok sleeps like any vampire however in the last hour before sunrise he suffers from symptoms similar to narcolepsy. While it is usually controllable, it becomes unbearable the closer sunrise approaches. Sunlight, even diffuse light, is fatal after a short period of time starting as a sever sunburn. High wattage lights cause discomfort to Amok’s extremely photosensitive eyes.
~ Amok can sustain himself for roughly five days, occasionally a week, on one feeding. He does not have an aversion to dead blood but still prefers fresh in almost all situations.
~ Like most vampires, Amok’s eye sight is very acute in dark settings and low-light areas.
~ Like many of the Niphim, Amok can contort nearby shadows to help conceal his location and can move at speeds faster than the mortal eye and, and at times, faster than even the immortal eye, leaving no trace and normally no sound.
~ Most of Amok’s supernatural powers stem from the mind. He has the ability to control others through voice (Command) and simply through his gaze (Mesmerism).
~ His powers of the mind to not stop at his own, he can read the surface thoughts of most individuals that do not consciously try to conceal them and can project thoughts and words to others nearby with minimal effort.
~ Amok has a strong sensitivity to psychic impressions. He can easily detect impressions of past events in certain locations or attached to certain objects. These impressions are usually left by strong emotions of the people involved. The sensations usually come as quick flashes in his mind, but by concentrating on the area or touching the object, the images can be lengthened or vivified.
~ Amok can alter, create or even erase memories of those he maintains eye contact with. The memories, or lack there of, are completely believed except by the most strongly willed individuals. Erased memories can also be "stolen" and committed to Amok's own memory, however accuracy is only as good as the original memory.
~ Over the centuries Amok has developed telekinetic abilities that are now some of his strongest. Moving objects through sheer force of will comes easily, whether it's dust on the ground to larger object requiring more concentration.
~ Any burns prevent Amok from regenerating the flesh until the burnt flesh is removed, but is less susceptible to fire then typical humans. Pure alcohols have the same effect on Amok as concentrated acids. They cause severe flesh burns that need to be removed before they can regenerate.
Edited May 28, 2011 - Continuity and grammatical errors in history, updated age.
