REID, dorian isaac

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] DORIAN ISAAC REID ------------------------------------------------- NICKNAMES reid AGE 25 (2086) GENDER male SPECIES vampire ALLIANCE light SEXUALITY heterosexual PLAY-BY aaron tveit YOUR ALIAS the queen ------------------------------------------------- I. 73 B.C. - 57 B.C. I suppose a good place to start with memory lane, would be right at the beginning of my birth. Which was two-thousand and eighty-six years ago. Yes, it's an awfully long time, but I must admit that my memory serves me well. It was a dark Autumn night, a storm had been brewing for a long time, or so my father's journal says. Antonia Aurelius had been pregnant for nine months, giving Titus Aurelius the children which he had always wanted. He was powerful, a well respected Lanista, but a family was something he'd always wanted it seemed. Two babies were born as lightening broke over the building in which Antonia was settled - My mother gave birth to me first, an hour older than my brother. She named me Dorian. However, she did not make it to name Cyrus. Even now, I wonder what my mother looked like. There were no photographs like in the modern era, but I can only imagine that she was beautiful. My father would have been lucky to have her. Even as children, Cyrus and I were very close. There was no Dorian without Cyrus, and no Cyrus without Dorian. I suppose we both looked up to our father a lot while growing up, but maybe me more so than my brother. I just appreciated what he did, the training of the gladiators. They seemed just so strong, and fierce, and people who had a lot of Titus's attention. I wanted to be a fighter, I wanted to be like them. At around fifteen, I begged Cyrus to help me get into the Ludus. I wanted to be a part of them, and even though I was young, we would make sure that every few weeks, he would distract our father and I would get in and practice with the gladiators. It made me feel very good, it was something I enjoyed, whereas Cyrus had always been more of a 'think' type, and I was a 'fight' type. There were a few near scrapes, but all in all, it was an experience that could never be replaced. It was clear that Cyrus was good with his fingers, and would never follow the path of politics which our father wanted him to lead, but I wanted what he wanted for me. To take over the Ludus, but I was too young, and I just wanted to fight. I asked my father whether it would be possible for me to become a gladiator, but the expression on his face had been the harshest I've seen since I was born. No, he said. It was too dangerous. Never talk of it again, he said. I hated that I was being treated like this; I wanted to be a fighter. I wasn’t a child anymore, I was sixteen, I could start training already. But my father was protective of his sons, especially after our mother died. But I thought he was unfairly keeping me from my potential. II. 56 B.C. - 46 B.C. That carried on for a while. The sneaking around, Cyrus helping me at any moment he could. But we weren't attached at the hip, we did spend time apart. And it was when we were apart, at the age of twenty-five, and still not a fighter, I sneaked into the Ludus once more. There was a new fighter, a stray that my father picked up. He was strong, stronger than any of the men there’d been so far, and I was fascinated. He was amazing, I wanted to be like him ... hell, I wanted to be him. After seeing this man fight, it was as if there was a fire in my veins to do as he does, to be as great a fighter as him. So, in the practice rink I came upon him on my own. He had spoken to me in a gruff, warning tone that I shouldn’t be there. That it was dangerous. I demanded that he fight me, and the laugh which the man let out made my skin crawl. However, he agreed. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and beating. The man was so fast that I didn’t know what was going on ... and then there was a blackness. I thought I’d died, and prayed that the God’s would look after my family. I had been foolish, and unprepared, there was no excuse. However, I woke up a while later. But something was different. There were smells first ... smells that I hadn’t been able to smell before. Then there were sounds, which were from miles away. And a burning in my throat, saliva slipping down my chin because I thirsted like I never had before. My body quivered, and I quickly jumped up, not remembering the fight, to find as much water as I could. However, no amount of water clenched my thirst. It was unfortunate that one of the helpers of the Ludus was walking past, the smell hit me. The pulsing of the vein in the boys neck called to me, and I felt myself growl. Blood. That was what I thirsted for, and it made my whole body shake. In the next blink, I had my teeth in the pale neck of the boy, and an ecstasy flowing through me. I drained him dry. Then I wanted to weep for what I had done, because he was an innocent boy who was just passing by. When I finally came around, I could sense my surroundings. I was in the chambers where the gladiators used to get ready, but it was empty, and there was just me and a drained body. Of course, the first person I told was Cyrus. I was afraid, and he was my brother. I thought he’d be able to help me, and neither of us knew what I was. There wasn’t such lore of vampires, not as they are called today. I heard of another group of Lanistas. I was much stronger; I could break things by just touching them, so I joined them. I had to, because now more an ever, I needed to fight. I was born for it. However, I did not know that I was invincible. My father was furious that I joined a rival group, and ordered Cyrus not to have any contact with me, but he knew my secret, and there was no way that he would leave me for a decision such as this. Then I was to perform, my opponent a great man named Balchaius, who was a champion in his own right. No one thought I even had a chance, but I knew that even without the agility, I’d have the strength to beat him. When it came to the performance, that turned out to be true, and he ended up slicing me almost in half. I looked down at the blood pouring out of my stomach, and watched in wonder, as all the spectators did, the blood flow stopping by the skin healing back together. Later, we realised that I can’t die, and Cyrus wanted to be immortal with me. I did not approve of this, but it was not my choice to make. After the whole spectacle, a man approached me. He said that there were people there like me ... that I should join the Dolabella coven. And for a while I did. This brought a little bit of distance between myself and Cyrus while I learned my ways as a vampire, not paying attention to much other than fighting and learning how to be what I am. I was well hidden so I wouldn’t be killed, and Cyrus wasn’t really accepted because he wasn’t a vampire. I believed that this distance could do us good, as I was now a hunted man, someone who was a ‘demon’ should not be left alive. III. 1200 A.D. – 1860 A.D. I was a part of the coven for over a thousand years before Cyrus and I fled. With that came the need for blood regularly as there was only so much I could take before the thirst overcoming me. I had joined the crusades by then, always being a fighter I wanted to fight for the right cause, which meant being a part of the big things. I was no longer hunted, as most of the people who’d seen me heal were dead by now. I was still as youthful as when I was twenty-five. While I fought, Cyrus used his fingers for thieving. I have to admit he had always been good at that, good ad what he does because that’s what he’s always done, even when we both were human. However, I hated hurting people, and Cyrus offered to be my blood source. At first I was going to refuse, but he was also immortal, I couldn’t kill him. In the army of the Crusades, there were a lot of women. Beautiful women, and I was only but a man. Almost weak I suppose, because when I met the lovely Tatiana I was smitten. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt before, but even though I had not been hurt in battle, she had caught my eye. And others too, but I was astounded to see that I’d caught hers too. End of the battles, we finally saw each other some. We met in secret, and we made love in the moon light, and I didn’t think I could love anything more than her sun kissed skin. Her dark hair, and freckles. I could have kissed them all day. However, then I realised the curse of immortality. The one person I loved was with me, and now I loved another person, age had to take her away from me. That was the first time I had truly wept. When she died old and gray. I had still loved her when she was aging, I did not father any children with her, but I stayed with her until the moment that she took her last breath. Then we fled. 1860, and I was disgusted by the way that some people were being treated. Used as slaves, degraded, humiliated and beaten. There was no way that I could let something like this carry on, and Cyrus was one hundred per cent with me. It was what we have come to do. Free those people bound by others who consider themselves God, but the only Gods are those above us and not man, therefore they do not get to decide who lives, who dies, and who is enslaved. We would help the homeless and the poor as much as we could, but slavery was the biggest issue we’d faced yet. The people of the dark skin colour did not deserve this. A lot of great men fell because of this, and those who didn’t deserve it came to power. Something needed to be done. After Tatiana, I wondered whether Cyrus would ever feel about anyone as strongly as I did for her. As for some hundred years I mourned her, when it came to slavery, Cyrus fell in love. I could not resent him this feeling, so I did not. I knew something was wrong. There was a rage in Cyrus I’ve never seen before, and the next thing I knew, there were men dead. I was astounded. Cyrus had never been a fighter, but they had taken Mae from him. I didn’t understand or approve, but I couldn’t change it. I knew what it felt like to feel the loss of someone. I never fathered children, but it seemed like Cyrus was to be a father and they took her from him. I could not scold him, I didn’t have the heart to. We moved on then, after helping as many slaves as we could. Freeing them and stashing them, and I was there for my brother as much as he was there for me after Tatiana died. IV. 1944 A.D. – 1948 A.D. Tatiana was not the only woman I’d been with, but she was the only one I’d truly loved. As with the crusades, slavery, French revolution, we did our part in the Holocaust. Finding as many shelters as we could, and hiding as many Jews as we could. It was such fulfilling work. I was no angel, no saint, I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve shed blood and I’ve killed, but I could not regret it in the long run because of the many lives I’ve – we’ve – been able to save. It seemed like once more, men who took themselves for God tried to rule over a race that had done no harm to them. Their propaganda misleading the public into agreeing with them, and I couldn’t take it. Saving the Horowitz family was at once, the best thing to happen for me, and the worst. The best, because I met the beautiful Joan, the eldest daughter of the family. It was like I felt love again when I looked into her brown eyes. She was sick, however. After the concentration camp in Sweden, she asked me to stay with her. I laid her in bed, and covered her in blankets. She was cold, so I kept her warm. This warmth turned to passion, and this night of heat saw me fathering a child. Nine months later I had a daughter, a hybrid of vampire and human. She was beautiful, and I did not resent her when I lost Joan to childbirth. She had given me happiness I had not seen, and the end of the war saw me without another woman I had given my heart to. We called our daughter Anna, after her mother. End of the war also marked a decision to leave once more. Fleet to America, because there was so much promise there, and I truly believed that my daughter could have a good upbringing there. My brother met the Averin family, and they could provide us with new identities in the surname department. We would no longer be Cyrus and Dorian Aurelius, but Cyrus and Dorian Reid. I liked the name, it was modern and fitting. V. 1949 A.D. – PRESENT I brought Anna with me to America, but soon she started to age, and fell in love and had her own family. She aged, although it was a slowed aging, she is about forty years of age now. We still live near each other, and she has her own family, two children. It’s weird to think of myself as a grandfather, but it’s not something I don’t want. I just hate the thought of outliving them all, that is the most painful part of what I am. All the good things I do mean nothing when you keep watching the ones that you love die right before your eyes. When we realised that there was a war raging in America, founded in Manuka, Cyrus and I instantly jumped on that bandwagon. I left Anna and her family in Seattle, and she didn’t mind to see me go. Of course, we would choose to fight for the light side, we always had. There had always been a soft spot in me for those who were victimised by those who were much stronger. I also asked Deidre Averin, along with my new surname, for papers to be a psychologist. I thought I could also start helping those who were in conflict with themselves, someone they could talk to as I’d needed when both Tatiana and Joan died. I become a counsellor at the school by day, helping out Cyrus all other times. I’ve been in Manuka a year now, and it’s still got a lot more to bring. Fighting for the light side is keeping me distracted, and this I certainly like.

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