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Anne Lauten

Anne Lauten

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Name: Daryn (Lynx) Tarver

Age: Forty, but still looks twenty-three.

Race: Human (Vampire).

Description: Lynx is tall, with red-blond hair that falls just a little past his shoulders, and that he does not tie back. His eyes are a light leaf-green, although his blind left eye is misted over. He has pale skin, as do all vampires, and his features are just a little too sharp to be handsome. He is slender, though not stick-thin.

Weapon(s): Along with his fangs, Lynx carries a bone dagger in a gold-embroidered leather sheath. The dagger is very slightly curved, with rich carvings intertwining the hilt. A single ruby sits on the hilt’s very end. Lynx claims not to know the origin of the weapon, but the craftsmanship shows it to have been a wealthy man’s toy.

Clothing/armour: Lynx wears black leggings tucked carefully into black leather boots that reach to just below his knee. The boots have just the slightest hint of a heel to them, and are tipped with metal. He has a tunic as well, made of black velvet, with a golden belt around his waist. The sleeves are a bit belled, and he wears a ruby-and-gold ring on his right forefinger.

Personality: Impulsive at times, he will often say things he doesn’t mean but then refuse to take them back. Having always been told what to do, and surrounded by people, he finds it hard to do anything on his own and is frightened of being alone. He is warm-hearted and friendly, though rather immature and childish. He is easily awed, and, though he wields considerable power himself, cannot or does not acknowledge it.

History: The son of a local shopkeeper, Lynx, then called Daryn, was always in the midst of everything. He ran about with the other children from toddlerhood, and was never given time to feel lonely. As he and his friends grew, they took small jobs, working with their fathers in the shop, with their mothers in the kitchen, with their uncles on the farm.

31-Aug-2007 00:44:51

Anne Lauten

Anne Lauten

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Still they kept in touch, and young Daryn always had a friend nearby.

At sixteen he began to help run the shop, under the careful surveillance of both his father, and his eight-years-older brother, Karrad.

At twenty-three he was a well-known figure about town, ever ready with a kind smile and a helping hand. He was unmarried, though Karrad had a child already, and his giggling blonde-haired wife, Caylie, was expecting a second.

One night, tired from the day’s labours, he was just starting home when he knocked into a richly clad, jewel-bedecked gentleman. Apologizing quickly, he bowed, and began once more upon his way. The man bade him wait, and he did so, turning back.

Within only a few minutes the stranger gleaned every detail of Daryn’s life, questioning him in a soft, yet strangely penetrating voice. It was as though that voice wormed into Daryn’s head, picking though his life in a quick but through manner. In fact, if you questioned him after, he would have had no memory of speaking at all, although the man knew all about him, so he must have, mustn’t he?

Stumbling home that night, Daryn shook so much he was unable to light a candle, and was forced to make his way upstairs in the dark. He managed to light the little grate-fire by the wall, however, and in its’ flickering light his hands looked pale, and his skin was damp and clammy. Something had happened, that he knew. But he had forgotten. It was frightening, really, but he was too sleepy to do anything about it now.

It was only the next day that Daryn became a vampire.

31-Aug-2007 00:46:04

Anne Lauten

Anne Lauten

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As he was told later, Daryn was chosen because of his looks. He just looked like a vampire, Revand, the one who made him, had said. Revand was older, about two hundred years. Very pale, with short black curls and fawn-like brown eyes, he looked surprisingly young and innocent. Only about eighteen when he was made, Daryn figured. Born into the upper class, Revand had never been denied a single thing, and was still every inch the haughty gentleman.

Into their first week together, Daryn got his new name. “Lynx,” Revand had declared. “Much better.”

The newly named Lynx didn’t argue. He had tried before, but had no chance whatsoever trying to make a point versus an older, stronger, and considerably more long-winded member of the vampire community. A servant. That was all he was, when it came right down to it.

In their second week, Lynx was blinded in his left eye during a fight. He didn’t quite remember how it had started, but it had ended with Revand throwing a knife. Just to make a point, not to really hurt him. It had hit Lynx right in the eye, and then somehow chipped. After it was taken out, they had waited for Lynx’s eye, vampire-fashion, to heal. The chip, though, hindered things. While that chip was there, Lynx would never see again from his left eye. Revand offered to try and dig it out, but Lynx had declined the offer.

As time went on, they fought even more. Soon, hardly an hour passed without a sarcastic comment, if not a full-fledged battle.

Finally, after only a month together, they separated. If either was in deep trouble, the other could still sense it and come, if they wished, to the rescue, but they just couldn’t stand to be together one minute more.

Since then, Lynx has been wandering. Through the years he acquired his clothes and dagger, but if asked their origin, would give only an evasive or vague answer.

31-Aug-2007 00:46:42

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