My name is Duran Fredric Von Ravenhold. I was born in Russia in the year 1562 to Sasha and Victoria Ravenhold. We were a Noble family serving the Zars in Moscow. Born 3 years my junior was my brother Victor. When I was 19, my brother only 16, we both fell mortally ill to an unknown sickness. The doctors guessed that we had only days left to live. That night a man cloaked in the night itself came before my parents and offered to save our lives, but at a price. When they told him he could have what he wanted he merely smiled and agreed. He came to my room first, drawing strange markings and runes in the air. He chanted words in an alien language that has been dead on this world for thousands of years. As he chanted I felt my body grow strong again, stronger than it had been before. But as my strength grew, so did my thirst. As the stranger left my room for my brothers I cried out for water, but no matter how much a drank, my thirst would not quench.

The man that was to be our master did the same to my brother, with startlingly different results. His onyx fur turned to brown, the soft fur to shaggy hair. His feline features distorted and warped into a canine likeness. Together we learned that to cure our bodies, the man had changed us. Laid a curse upon us to purge us of the sickness and give us everlasting life and youth. I became Vampir (Latin for vampire), my brother a Lyconthrop. We found out that morning that the man had asked for only one thing in exchange for our lives, and that was the two of us. Our parents, horrified by what we had become, offered no resistance to our masters claim on us.

Our master took us with him in his travels of the world. Taught us about what we were and how to survive. How to control the curse, bend it to our will. After many years our master bid us to be free, and live on our own strength. We parted ways that day. I was left alone to wander the paths of night with only the cold moon as companion. Even now, almost 5 centurys later, I have not a single spec of remorse over what happened. I am what I am.

I have only one other family member other than my brother. That is my adopted sister Airlia. We fight, a lot, but I love her with all my heart. Or at lest whats left of it. I only hope she feels the same.

I was in love once, but it was an frequented love. The realization has left me numb, it turns out I don't handle rejection very well. I tend to talk in a monotone with a far off look on my face. Sort of a, Why are we here, kind of expression.

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